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The Lamentation Of A Wounded Soul

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The Lamentation Of A Wounded Soul

Each night, bitter tears flood my cheeks, none of my former lovers are there to offer comfort. My friends have betrayed me despising me as they turn deadly enemies. I'm a slave to my own nature humbled with no rest from sorrow humiliated like a deer which cannot find pasture and hunted down till my strength is gone. I can't even remember the good Life that was once there because my existence has become a joke. A beauty, young and untouched now trampled like grapes in a wine pot. Tears of suffering; shouts of mourning becoming my closest triplet sisters. I reach out my hand but no one offers comfort instead I'm being treated like a filthy rag. My eyes red from crying, my stomach is on knots and I feel sick all over as I wait for the healing of my wounds; gaping as wide as the oceans Deep in my heart, I cry out now letting my tears overflow my walls day and night. my skin and flesh waste away and my Bones broken. The constant insults and hard knocks chain me down to eat gravel and be rubbed in dirt. My Life has turned sour; terrified, trapped, caught and crushed as tears flood my eyes and they won't stop. I was once worth much more than fine stones from Australia yet now counted worthless like dishes of clay. I stagger around naked and wounded exposed to the Red vultures of the Jungle and to the babarian brutal desert tribes. My skin scourched from fever and hunger and finally, the desert trap, immobilizing me, makes them swoop down faster than the Eagles from the sky to feast in the delicious meal of my ruin.

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  1. Date: 10/24/2013 8:12:00 AM
    Such pain and despair; you went deep with this one Funom Makama. Thank you for letting us share in it.

  1. Date: 6/6/2013 5:47:00 AM
    Funom ~ Wow so powerful and amazing as you describe with such detail. I could feel your sorrow. I wanted to reach out to you and lift you up. I hope you never feel alone. I am here anytime. Your friend ~ Debbie K.

    Makama Avatar Funom Makama
    Date: 6/7/2013 2:27:00 AM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks a lot Debbie Knapp. I am so grateful
  1. Date: 6/1/2013 4:56:00 PM
    deep write full of pain and suffering enjoyed Shadow

    Makama Avatar Funom Makama
    Date: 6/2/2013 1:18:00 PM Block poet from commenting on your poetry


    Thanks Shadow Hamilton