Indelible Memories Poem by Phillip Nine Mafunga

Sauntering to nowhere in the storm in my mind
Legs so sore and heavy
Both hands on my heavy head
Ashen faced like spook
Vision so clouded by a flood of tears
I had cried my ribs sore

‘Men are trash" or is this what they meant all along?
But who would believe my story?
For mine sounded too far fetched and gory
I needed enough courage to feel up a lorry
Seems nothing can quench this fury
Or was it my fault?
16 November 2020