Best Allegorypain Poems
Today i suffocated by an anger of disgrace,
of misplaced sentiment i face... bent judgement,
a hord of unwated guilt wilts up inside my mind
and sews a fine quilt stitched with hardened hands
as life itself expands and harbours my heart...
i am ill...
love ill of the blind leading the blind.
I find thoughts of others crippled, hung in time,
a sublime sequence saturated by what we don't see
as souls chained, unfree of selfish delude
of prude ways rained by ignorant's bliss...
i kiss your mouthes...
leave my disgraced taste apon your lips,
locked and sealed i dare you to breathe in
and feel the pain within the pain you instill
as i am ill...
love ill of the blind leading the blind.
I find love in unexpected ways,
through the windows of the day's unopened door
i pour out my soul on this canvas i create
an ornate gesture of a being filled with desire,
of dreames i've acquired in an unforgiving world...
I hold out my heart and i cry a little
for i know it's torture before it's fate...
heartache before the gate of grace.
Like a vine slowly stretching as it grows, my fingers inched across the sticky wet
soil. Every ounce of strength was required to bend my elbow so my hand could
come close enough to help me raise my head. I focused on the pain from which I
drew my strength. This was not difficult; for pain was pervasive, and yet reassuring
for it told me I lived. I turned my head and rubbed my face against my filthy sleeve. I
must open my matted eyes, and discover the fate of the millions of others. We must
help one another if survival was to be an option. A red fog was my greeting.
Blinking, and rubbing my eyes yet again, I strained to see past the glaring red
curtain.
Oh we had been glorious in our might, and right, striding into the fray. The vilified
horde we were to meet, and vanquish, could not hope to stand against us,
for “God” was with us. We were the ones on the side of all that was good. This was
for sure, because our leaders had told us so, and yet, somewhere in the back of my
mind, I had wondered where they were, these leaders, as we marched into battle.
Should not they have been here to witness our glory? Was that not what we paid
them for? I cringed at my questioning thoughts for surely they were cowardly and
treasonous.
The veiled red world defied my attempts at vision, and cold fear struck my heart.
Blindness, was that my fate? My screams reverberated, as I called for help. Empty
silence, silence, silence, was the response to my pleas. At my belt rested a canteen
and the seeming hours passed while I struggled to pull it from its case.
Small the success which defines our hope, and the canteen sliding into my hand was
such a moment.. Each cell of my being screamed for but one drop of the elixir within,
and I slowly worried the cap from its mouth. Focus you fool, I told myself, for to spill
this treasure was to die, and for this I was not ready. A sip and the sponge that
was my mouth sucked up the moisture. So dry not one drop reached my throat.
Again fool, again, and this produced a trickle down the cobblestone tunnel of my
throat. Was ever there a greater pleasure? Nay, such a thought was pure folly, for it
was not moisture which flowed, but the liquid silver stream of life itself.
I hear a rumble, a distant rumble
and a pain.
Again I hear a rumble, a vibration in the air
perhaps thunder
Then the pain, the vicious pain returns.
I feel a pain, a vicious pain
from within.
Will it rain? I hear a rumble, a distant rumble
in my head.
I feel the vertigo setting in, I yell with all I have but no one hears. The floor becomes the ceiling and I
plummet to my knees.
I hear the thunder growing stronger
my insides start to shake.
The pain becomes more then I can bare
and I weep.
I weep in the cold, I taste my tears
they become my only nourishment
and my fear.
I find myself on my back, gasping
Screaming!
I need food
I need food
I need food
But I know I won't get any.