Author: Simbarashe Mupazviribwo
Poetry
The cold bottle
The young man's best friend
It numbs the aching everywhere,
mostly in the soul.
Working wonders on the nerves
Celebrating results of a long day
Aiming for the moon shooting to miss
...No Time
Grey high clouds pour down.
Cracking dams, flooding streams.
Tomorrow awaits no one.
Overwhelmed walls break;
and all hell sets loose.
...There will be blood
When you drift with the wind;
Swaying the deep rooted tree by the river.
The seeds of love drift with you;
As crooked branches lust after sunlight.
...
Shame
The man in the room,
waited call never came.
Shadows for prisoners of life.
Flames to engulf roses,
an end of a transformation.
...