The Sunday Mail
Vincent Kanhukamwe
Harare Institute of Technology
The heartbeat of a lonely heart
The sound that cries for companionship
The voice of homeless emotions
A race with no finishing point
A journey without a destination
I have been running this race from the day you left,
I am walking down memory lane
With my feet hurting
I never knew that loneliness was this painful
Lonesomeness I have tasted
Helpless I have felt
And hopeless my situation has become
The lonely days I am spending without you,
The bits and pieces of the lonely moments,
A lifetime of sorrow.
But believing I have never stopped
And believing I will never stop
With each day that passes by,
But I am glad,
Because I am moving closer to the great day
When I shall see you again
When loneliness will vanish…
Always in my mind, always in my heart
The voice that cries for you,
THE HEARTBEAT OF MY LONELY HEART
