Sometimes in the middle of this my broken dream
Shattered by the reality that has emptied our matrimonial bed
Whose wounds are bleeding from the memories plans we had
Everything of your genuine love and your gentle care lost
Silence wants to whisper secret conversations with my lonesome heart
Yet I am so mute that my own breath stands rigid, stone-like, still.
Like that time when the whole world around me cried out loudly
And the villagers’ tears were hot saline seasoning my anguish to calm down
I thought they were your tears coming back into my life
So did I swallow them whole and gulp down a gust of cold air too
Hoping that the dream would end
with you standing taller than ever in our abandoned lives.
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Obey Victor Chiyangwa is a writer, poet and Lecturer in Literature In English. Obey has contributed poetry to the Independent Newspaper, The Newshawks, The Queensdale Observer and other publications. Obey is also a regular blogger, businessman and social commentator. His poetry and short stories seek to provide humor, education, awareness, entertainment and socio-political, socio-economic insight to a society bogged down by the need to survive to the next meaningful meal, another hopeful morning.
The contributory author of Chronicles From Africa is also a professional editor and instructor in the penning of poetry, short stories, biographies and novella. He can be contacted on obeychiyangwa2018@gmail.com and on Facebook and @wekwachiyangwa blog.