The river is full but not a drop shall be lost,
The sight of my tears comes at too high a cost,
The tide clearly rises, but inspite of my pain,
My tears, they shall fall, never again.
The dam wall it rises and towers the scars,
It holds in the anguish- inside of these bars,
And keeps all the sorrow obscure from your sight,
But only the pillow will know of my plight.
And soak all the bitter in my vinegary tears,
The world calls it crying-expressing my fears,
As sun kisses sky at the break of the dawn,
The tide will have sunk at the break of the mourn.
Love me, care for me, rain on my head,
The love of a person can leave you for dead,
It keeps my eyes turned and makes the tide rise,
But never shall showers be seen from these eyes.
by Sam G Ndlovu
About the author
Sam A.K.A Sam Poetical is a young LGBTI activist from Bulawayo, Zimbabwe who believes that artistic expression is the key to connecting issues to society and a great way to stimulate dialogue from personalization.
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