The Concealed Anguish

Take my letter to her, O Messenger! Yes, totally washed are its words and phrases A deed of my flooding eyes I couldn’t deter The tornado of tears accumulated for ages The storm of anguish concealed in heart Washed all urges of soul that flowed from pen The torrents rumbling from the start Once started couldn’t be stopped there and then Her perception will be triggered, I am sure This blank sheet will reveal all that I meant to say The power of love will her instincts conjure My feelings, my urges won’t go astray Tell her, that the lustrous mansion of pride and ego Is falling to pieces like the house of cards The dark alleys of life that lost their glow In a state of disrepair, description beyond words The King of Diamond has lost the game A player is lucky to hold the three A’s Lost is all the glory and fame Built in years and lost in days His eyes craving for your enchanting face The candles of his eyes weep in the desolate nights Lost is all peace and tranquility’s trace Your charming features his heart ignites A few breaths are left in the dying tree of life With fallen leaves and barren branches entwined Resuscitate and free it from torments and strife Be a glow of the dimmed eyes that brilliantly shined Tell her, the writer awaits your reply With burning heart and soul alight Before torments enhance and wounds multiply And the bird of life takes to wing of flight