The Widow
The widow
My love for any woman is gone
Buried and sealed in a grave no one can open
Lost in world full of people
Idle minded i stand, an empty heart in hand
With no one who can tender to it
I am a widow; my love for any woman has died
Dead and never to be awaken again
I am a widow whose emotions are no more
A heart left with wounds of betrayal
Fighting off the hands trying to reach out to render love
No more counting those stars
Putting on my black suit for i am a widow
A forbidden fruit no one wants to bite
Lost energy to love again, no need for recharge
Tears have dried and body shivers have seized
No more at war to fight for love again
Time heals wounds; it seems mine are not closing up
Hopeless stares at all the relationships thrown in my way
I am a widow who cares not for love
Sacrificed what needed sacrifice
Did everything in power to please
Now I bury my love, tears flooding my eyes
I cry, i cry for my heart to beat again
Forgotten how it feels to share love
I am a widow with a storm of sadness packed inside my soul
Which no one can thaw down….
I refuse to love again, for i cannot stand heartache
Am done with love, forever i will remain a widow.
Written by Tawona Ranganawa
Copyright © Tawona Mzila Ranganawa | Year Posted 2013
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