The Dry River Poem by Chikondi Daniel Dziko

The dry river
Life keeps pulling me down
I feel numb I don't even feel myself
Am so Afriad I don't see myself
The picture in the mirror terrifies me
A plain without a feature, bare and brown,
No blade of grass, the river has dried
Maybe it's time I moved on

Aside the river
My joy lies
Its here i sit and listen
The songs of nature
A blessing from u oh lord
But am thirsty, yet
springs are without water,
And mists driven by a storm
Nothing great comes from this River anymore

Many have left abandoning this River
Death has taken some trying to hold on
I see it too coming for me, am so afraid
I been tryingholding on
I wore a mask to cover up my emotions
Now my mask wears off
Nothing seems to cover up the pain

I beseech thee oh heavenly father
Yee that have blessed this world with words.
Let it rain this side of the river
the rains of the chivunga and matalala
But let thy will be done
Even a single drop is enough to
Awaken this dry river