The Cemetery of My Heart
by
Golden Gadzirayi Nyambuya
30 April 2008
(Potchefstroom, South Africa)
 

Whenever I am sad I visit to the cemetery of my heart,
I am sad because I have been betrayed, I have been fooled.
I am sad because I just can't believe such things are truly possible.
This very special place and my gift to God -- the cemetery of my heart,
The final resting place of all my negative and retributive emotions,
The final place of rest of even those that I have loved so dear.
In the midst of the deafening silence of this secrete place,  
I hear the hauling sounds of the wolfs and they haul at the moon,  
I feel the cold cold winds swirl as they vortex past,
I feel the sorrows of my past and seek solace in the midst,
I have come today to lay to the rest,
The  hurtful feelings from the one that I have loved so dear,
Rest in eternal peace I really loved you and and will always,
 But ... I have to take this cup of suffering and accept that,
Our love is something that was never meant to go beyond this point,
I have to accept this and move on carrying with me from here-on,
The joy and laughter that we shared and I will miss you so dearly,
Rest in peace eternal peace,
If there is a way,
May the Good Lord take take this cup of suffering away.
Oh! the cemetery of my heart, my gift to Good Lord,
I have  and will forever hold back the Devil in me,
I will hand him to God for He alone knows how to deal with Lucifer,
With my puny mind I confess to having no know-how,
As to how to deal with Lucifer.
If I try all I know is he will annihilate me with.