Head Full Of Mist Poem by Angela Bontle Ditumiso

Times like these
I linger in open spaces
Looking to unclog my mind
Wanting to string my thoughts
Into meaningful lines
'Coz it's a poet's desire
To come up with loud stanzas
Hoping they'll touch lives

Days like these
I find myself in bars,
A little less crowded
Trying to figure out
Why people tightly pack their bodies
Into places like these
To feel a little less lonely
A little less alone

I wonder how a trickle
Of gin
Can calm one's waves of pain
I see a man drowning his sorrows
I wonder if ever a day will come
When I'll be this desperate too
I hope not
I hope the future finds me smiling,
I hope so