Dark Haikus and Tenkus
a heavenly voice
whispers from within my wrist
I carve to hear it
unfathomable
she has chosen to be mine
out of our passion
a child is created
my son is born dead
the portrait of love
has become a charred picture
the colors have dimmed
as her life withers
my agony flourishes
my black heart decays
the angel of death
has come to take me away
two destinations
to which one shall I be sent
I fear the outcome
when she shows her face
angels hang their heads in shame
men fall to their knees
ethereal loveliness
she'll never want me
I purchase a gun
then take it back to my home
and load one bullet
why won't she depart
she exists in the blackness
when I close my eyes
when it rains fire
Christian priests take shahada
belief is fragile
I weep from her death
too beautiful for this world
even for Heaven
Copyright © Peter Little | Year Posted 2010
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