Ashes and Flakes
Scarlet scars
like flowers
of frozen flames
Sepia stitches
like thorns
of burning ice
Bitter-sweet pain of my sufferings
tainted on my body, my soul.
A beautiful shroud
for my ugly demise to come,
presented by the sadistic torturer
who batters me with a beating pendulum
as I am shackled in chains of seconds
welded into minutes
and minutes welded into hours
of lasting misery.
I scream out loud but all I could hear
is mockery of silence.
My cacophony out of pain is buried
under the symphony of tick-tock.
How ironic, isn't it?
I say this with utter grief,
time has never been a healer to me.
In fact, my wounds got worse.
Burning inside
and freezing outside,
feels like I was born to suffer
so I walk on the needles of clock
leaving behind my trail in
ashes and flakes.
Date: 07/19/2017
Note: For the contest (Deep & Dark II) by Laura Loo.
*Placed First*
Copyright © Afzal Nusker | Year Posted 2017
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