Sinomhlobo Marwanqa

(1996-08-16 / East London)

Teardrop


To begin my journey of years to come fell a solitary teardrop
What my head screams to excrete
Is what my heart wails to keep
With a teardrop at the end of the day
Feeling love brought joy and pain
The charm in his words chose how in doom I lain
Now twice the table in my living room
The fear of fear led me to see no bloom
The tears in my eyes led me to see no stars
The more my heart pondered
The more it became tattered.

These words I write on paper with the ink that flows in the streams of my heart
I utter them with pride for I know what my heart has been through
As the director it is now well timed for all of this to end
Blood and sweat have been shed
But to end the torment of years
Again fell a solitary teardrop

Submitted: Saturday, January 12, 2013
Edited: Saturday, January 12, 2013

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