An old mourning by Hazel Tobo

Hazel Tobo | December 11th, 2017 | poetry | No Comments


Humans are not places to die
Yet many are times we lose our breaths
In the arms of the ones we cherish

Let summer rains fall on behalf of tears
You have shed many in the mourning
Daybreak is a new day
Drought is thirsty,
Shed not another teardrop
Call on the moon to heal you anew
Gods do not waste tears
Rain only falls when it is summoned by the earth.

Poet Bio

Author of My Broken Azania(poetry anthology) and Psych Ward blues(an autobiographical novella)

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