Poor Child
written by: JahArt Kushite
@JahartK
Your lips are like a cracked muddy surface
Dry and rough wretched from a hungry night
No wonder you wear such an angry face
Your burdens have shadowed your days light
Your eyes are swallowed in like a gorge
Sadness has found a home in them
Flogging upon your soul a scourge
O what a pity! Sorrows are all you tame
Your lips are a dead symbol of dreams
A void of hopelessness they impart
Yet none can tell your silent screams
Or hear the echoes of your lonely heart
Your pain bearing eyes are like a tainted arrow
Piercing on hearts of humanity to no avail
Barring you from the joys of a better tomorrow
Wailing as you tread this life too exquisitely frail
Isaiah Phiri aka JahArt Kushite is an inspirational poet from Cape Town, South Africa who writes soul deep poetry that depicts everyday tumultuous life. He writes about the burdens and joys of this life that we tend to bury 'neath our skin. He is a self-published author of a collection of poetry book titled Wailing Soul, available on Amazon. He also published some of his artwork with ILA magazine (US) and co-authored a number of books and anthologies with SweetyCat Press (US), under the late Sir Steve Carr. He also co-authored an anthology titled Colours Of Love by Rock Pidgeon Publications (India).
Latest posts by JahArt Kushite (see all)
- Poor Child - July 15, 2024
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