By Imran Ahmed
Pain Is The Sky When It Crumbles And Crashes Burying Your Dreams Beneath Its Merciless Suffocating Weight,
Pain Is The Storm That Shreds Your Body Apart Each Raindrop A Blade Each Gust A Scream Of Despair,
Pain Is The Spell That Binds Your Soul In Chains Locking Your Light Within A Prison Of Endless Night,
Pain Is The Knife That Kisses Your Vena Cava Spilling Rivers Of Agony From A Wound That Never Heals,
Pain Is The Flood That Drowns Your Veins In Sorrow Surging Through Arteries With Waves Of Torment Untamed,
Pain Is The Poison That Clogs Your Throat A Venomous Chokehold Stealing The Last Breath Of Your Fading Hope,
Pain Is The Grinder That Severs Your Head Gears Of Suffering Crushing Every Whisper Of Sanity You Owned,
Pain Is Euphorbia Burning Your Eyes A Venomous Bloom That Blinds You With Tears Of Eternal Regret,
Pain Is Her Love False Yet Intoxicating Stealing Your Life While Leaving You Chained To A Grave Of Longing,
She Is Both The Pain And The Drug Of That Pain A Curse You Crave A Torment That Lasts Forever.
Setbacks and Comebacks
Faith goes beyond the fear
It transforms our imperfections
And makes it beautiful
Hope drenched in fire
Destroying the liar!
In truth and sincerity
Your purpose sparkles higher
This is your comeback
Overriding your setback
Mark Frank
Copyright 2023
It is raining now, once again
Oh dear, do come here
We will swing in a pair
Let this moment, not go in vain.
The pitter patter beat, so neat
Rain will sing us a song
We will shake a hip along
The high disco street, so upbeat.
Dark clouds are swirling
Rain drops are twirling
Oh, where are you curling
Let's get drenched in love.
Clouds are so loud, with a thunder
And water hurries down the hill
Ah, nature is awash with a thrill
Come, hold me, let's enjoy this wonder.
When clouds are rained, and maimed
A rainbow will show its perfect arch
On grey vista, bright colors will march
Let's ride the bow inflamed, unashamed.
Dark clouds are swirling
Rain drops are twirling
Oh, where are you curling
Let's get drenched in love.
Let's get drenched in love...
Let's get drenched in love...
Let's get drenched in love...
Let's get drenched in love...
9.7.2020
I am sorry for the fights
we had when you shared my bed.
And the ever-present doubt
that constantly filled my head.
Every flirtation festered,
poisoning my heart and soul.
And amidst my suspicions,
depression levied its toll.
The thought of your betrayal
slowly tore my world apart.
And I have not stopped crying;
since the night you broke my heart.
I pace the floor late at night,
unable to sleep or rest.
For I hear every heartbeat,
pounding loudly in my chest.
My pillow gets drenched in tears,
as my heart cries for your touch.
And I cannot control it;
because I miss you so much.
When you left, my world went dark;
all wrapped in a shroud of black.
And abandoned and alone;
I'm begging you, please come back.
Straight-up the arrows,
hard-pressed the doors
to all the rooms
in all the houses
on Clark Street.
Father Coughlin brought blessings
thinned with broth
from potato peelings.
Women poured tears
into fringed shawls,
and buried their dead
above Dublin’s seashore,
along the banks
of the river Liffey.
Through the years,
the ghost of James Clark,
Bugsy’s brother-in-law,
pursued Al Capone
all the way to his grave.
Drenched in Red, with St. Valentine
Straight-up the arrows,
hard-pressed the doors
to all the rooms
in all the houses
on Clark Street.
Father Coughlin brought blessings
thinned with broth
from potato peelings.
Women poured tears
into fringed shawls,
and buried their dead
above Dublin’s seashore,
along the banks
of the river Liffey.
Through the years,
the ghost of James Clark,
Bugsy’s brother-in-law,
pursued Al Capone
all the way to his grave.
Sunflowers drenched in sunshine thirst for rain,
their corollas droop as wheat....
lizards leap like rabbits.
Susan takes off her beautiful bonnet;
butterflies won't fly to clouds...
fields burn as a desert.
Lassie happily plays with a red cat;
Roy is tired and falls asleep...
no breeze blows to soothe trees.
********;;;;********
taste this veil of mystery
a fragrant flower blooms there
lounging on dusk’s thirsty shore
...lips turn to red wine
***********
(( for Francine Robert's "RED" Contest
Unbearable thoughts barreling through my head
Decaying in this silent chamber...
Where I desperately cry for help
Words come out useless...I have no capability to yelp
They haven't collapsed in the hands of the unforgiving jail-keeper
This pain grows in my bones...making me weaker
No one bothers to consider me
Circulated by envious glory
That snicker at my carrion body as it drops in dripping failures
Dragged by the sickening thought of living with jailers
As if i had no outlook to life...
I'm still placed in this cold-heartened chamber
Because I'm drenched in silence...
haunted by the deafening atmosphere
sensing a load of terrorized fear
Shame embraced me, never leaving my presence
Cautious of the hovering thoughts,
transforming itself into my dreadful, panicky past
This hopelessness doesn't seem to matter
In this chamber of deceitfulness
Someday...hopefully Someday...
This silent chamber will shatter
For now, I'll abide in this loathsome,
silent chamber
Until God, My Savior, will shatter this wretched place
Into smithereens
Drenched in red
My heart burst
When you did leave
And the familiar rhythm
From my chest
Failed to exist
As I was soaked
In my own love
For you
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