Lying on the bed vexed
sorrow drinking my blood.
Outside evermore showering
on my face, tears are like tides of the sea,
the sea of salty tears.

My face turns tallow
as I weep.
Hurting myself
expressing my woes,
but to whom do I express my woes?


When I'm sad
night's candles cheer me up,
but in my heart,I'm caged up in my feelings.

Happiness and I are like enemies
we are happy that we meet,
but sad that we part.

© Vivian Mandehwe