Tafadzwa Matamba

Rookie (Zimbabwe)

O, My Dearest Friend! - Poem by Tafadzwa Matamba

My heart cries out for you,
As l recall it all:
The troubles you are swimming in,
And your heart that is sore.

TO tears l am moved,
Hearing you narrate the fates
Which are always against you
And appears to spare all your mates.

I imagine a lone figure;
Gliding wearily, across the plane,
A strange site in the wilderness
That is no longer sane.

O, my dearest friend,
I can feel the pain
That l read on your brave face
Trying to conceal it vain.


Comments about O, My Dearest Friend! by Tafadzwa Matamba

  • Rookie - 0 Points Anele The_african_son Potelwa (umbhali_wasembo) (11/2/2012 11:36:00 AM)

    Oh man.... Beautiful... Very exceptional, ...I could actually feel all these lines as I read through them..

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Poem Edited: Wednesday, October 31, 2012


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