By Nyasha Celeste Makombe
In my heart there is a void
My mind is troubled
Gone are the happy days filled with laughter
I surely miss those faces plastered with smiles
Those days filled with joy
You left me when I needed you most
Rifu ri mi yivini
Misava yi miminta
Meh rirhandzu rindzi tsanisini
Naye umdali u ngi phoxile
Ndzi mudyohi ndza switiva
Kambe nkhavi lowu mi ndzi baka hawona
Wu tshova moya wanga
In this heart of mine there is a void
My heart is heavy
Screams of sorrows of pain have become my daily bread
Xirilo xanga a xi hlamuriwi
Mbilu yanga a yi na kurhula
Rifu ndziwena u ndzi dlele
My heart bleeds tears that rain from my poor tortured soul
Groomed and fed with everlasting pain
My body cries and mourns for the soul I once had
Pain has tortured me for joy is unknown to me and laughter is unheard of
This wold has become doomed by volcanos of shame
Tsunami’s of pain, ocean’s of tears
For the one that once loved has turned to stone
Nyasha Celeste Makombe Thee Poetic Raindrop
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