Cramps creeping and crawling,
an unwelcome reminder.
Why does my body betray
me like an unfaithful secret lover,
chaining me to my bed.
When did my uterus become my enemy,
even the pills offer no sympathy.
As a contradiction of contractions,
crush my organs like sharpened
shards of glass, these strange
territories tighten like heavy torture,
as linings of sore pelvis feel
a tugging pain of shame.
Unable to distract this
typhoon-like monstrosity,
I'm a hostage to
this turbulent intruder.
For those who question body
frames that do not beam,
my frowns are not an option,
they are a veil to the weight
of excruciating fatigue
that feeds the sanity in me.
There's no 'super human' strength
left to curl my fingers into
brass knuckles holding my
burning edges in peace.
Drained by the cries that
crack the surface of my womb,
agitation is expressed
in begrudging outbursts!
Unexpected and unpredictable
pain is a cureless curse,
behaving erratically within
a finely constructed system of tubes.
Once again, I wonder if
this shall be the month that
validates my womanhood.
Categories:
cureless, emotions, health,
Form: Free verse
Come on my last breath won't you walk away ?
Why won't you respond to my only pray ?
Come on my lonely soul , don't you want to be set free ?
Don't you want to break out from the jail inside of me ?
Come on my cureless body , don't you want to get released ?
Don't you want to have some peace ?
I'm tired from this life , why won't you hear ?
Why won't you make my wounds and pain disappear ?
I can't hold on any more and you know the best...
I can't live with a heart that wants to go out of my chest...
So come on now , let me go on my own...
Let me find a place to call it home...
Please you know that I can't stay no more...
How could I , when there's no reason or hope to live for ?
Categories:
cureless, death, depression,
Form: Light Verse
My throat muscles
Tighten I scream, yet
Nothing breaks the sound
Barrier that surrounds me
No heads turn to face me
No passerby is shaken
I question the validity
Of my unheard cries
Am I not allowed?
Look at us
Soulless drones,
Brainwashed clones
We walk on this earth
Infected with cureless
Man made viruses, yet
Unaffected we remain
Waiting to stamp our
Overly used time
Cards, and climb on
That roach infested
Bus destined home
Two dimensional smiles
Welcome us, cold
Hugs and hollow hearts filled
With those echoed screams
That my muscles tighten
To release.
Categories:
cureless, fantasy, imagination, life, loss,
Form: I do not know?