Anguished cries
And sodden eyes
Are hidden behind
Cheerful disguise,
And beautiful lies.
Tag: Writing
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On warm summer nights
And winters dreary,
I think about you.
I love you;
I hope you
Hear me. -
Preparing for battle
And mounting up
To face my enemy,
He finally revealed
Himself to me;
In the mirror,
He mimicked my
Movements perfectly. -
When the last song is sung
And hymnals are closed
When the last bell is rung
And silence is broken
The chronicles of the tormented
Will be loudly read;
The names of the dead
Eternally spoken. -
In turmoil and despair, and perpetual hours of fear
When sleepless eyes are teary and the mind is weary
With thoughts that are scary and hearts that are heavy,
Death whispers promises of rest and sings its sweet lullaby subtly. -
From the womb of fire and suffering we are reborn, and emerge from triple darkness purified by pain.
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In open weeping
Silent agony
is revealed. -
Conceived from the darkness of our mother’s womb
We live in the darkness of four walls in cluttered rooms
Feverishly anticipating our long awaited deliverance soon
Seeking to be born again in eternal light before the darkness consumes. -
Cold darkness. -
Pain rains from the eyes of the afflicted
Suffering knows no bounds in the void
The black hole draws in and slowly consumes
Cries and wailing reverberate in echoes of torment
Who will record the chronicles of the chronically ill?
Desolation takes hold and stifles unmercifully
The dead lie in state but their souls restlessly move
Sudden darkness covers all as the last rose is thrown
Under the black lace veil the last tears are shed for the unknown
The crow looks on from the shadows with piercing eyes
The rejected and desolate gather so heaven will hear their cries
They are counted in the hundreds of millions with sodden eyes
In G minor Devil’s Trill Sonata is played
It is the dawning of the sun that they eagerly await
In the sufferer’s role call one by one they say their names.
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