Lamentations Of An African Poet Poem by David Chishimba

After my teenage heartbreaks...
I reasoned love does not exist..
Then..I saw beautiful people claiming they had fallen for each other..
I found so much reason to believe and fall again..
The geometry of love and belief is fascinating..
Am sorry am only human, I gave in...
She was a beauty to behold..
Birds can sing and lilies can blossom..
But none can equal her magnificence..
I fell..
I had felt hurt to the fullest,
I also felt love in its entirety..
Now believe me, it's a loop..
She left me for someone who was working in the mines..

Now I see again reasons why I shouldn't..
As the bones of youth are easy to mend, so is the heart..
I must confess, now its so hard to let go..

I am but just a poet..
Armed to the teeth with only words..
I can only assume that the time of sir William Shakespeare was simple, pure and easy..
Only words melted the hearts of men...
But Gaea is different now..
So complicated..
Its more than just words now..

At least if writers and poets in the lands out of Africa do not get love, they get a living out of it.
But Africa is a different story...you can be famished to death if you rely solely on poetry to feed you..

Mama you told me 'kula umone (grow up and see) ', believe me I see now..