Endless cries of longing
Desires spread to no avail
Lightning strikes a blow of
Heart breaking power
I searched high and low for the remedy
To console my aching
Repeated attempts rendered me in isolation
This virus is eating my soul, my mind
Consuming my will to move on
Held back by thought, images and deeds
Who will cure this empty vessel?
Who will resuscitate my broken heart?
A touch so real, so true
Could drift me to a place unknown
A smile so beautiful, crafted with such precision
The most gentle of touches
Sends a spark reviving the soul
Who would have thought?
It would be a touch of an angel
To bring me back .
This poem was written/submitted by Chifundo Phakathi.