Peter Daniel Phiri
This poem is dedicated to you,
For so many things you don't understand,
So many nitigrities I have no power to explain.
I hope life will give you insight,
understanding and wisdom.
In due season, ..
Your inner eyes and ears shall open,
And you shall see how great my love for you is.
My eyes are blind to our future,
They are bright and glittering to our present,
And have no account of our past.
I am happy but my tears are near,
With each lie you tell,
They push towards the surfarce,
Soon they will roll down my cheeks.
Will I wipe them away?
And lose all memory of you?
Or will I let them fall to the ground and learn to let go?
My heart is in pain,
and my soul in rage.
Echoes of a lonely sad song, hover hopelessly in my spirit.
My mind is playing dangerously on the edges of insanity,
But my will is strong.
I smile even though I don't have a reason to.
I laugh not because of your jokes,
but my own sorrow.
Be at peace my love,
Unlike life, love is always fair.
Memories may pierce your heart and soul like a thousand swords,
Don't regret your flaws,
No one is flawless.
Your longing will not remain unsatisfied,
but will be seed;
In the hearts of your children.
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