Pain squizzes life out of my paralyzed mind and it feels like a grain of sugar under attack from ants.
Induring comes with an ocean of tears
Never ending and excruciating
Sending my body into manifestational shivers
Needing an escape with immediate effect
Every nerve is hyperbolically numbing
Enough to shut doors when the world outside peeps into my life
Darts of mental disorders are hurled at me , my mind is infested with anxious ants nibbling on my confidence
Looking for rest I drown my fears and anxieties in a slumber.
Echoes of numbing pain pin me down as I crawl to the exit door
Shaky knees won't hold me for long lest my life I lose without the anchors of heaven.
So I pray and become the prey
Failing to comprehend my period of testing marathons from my predator
I fail to testify for the man at Calvary playing scavenge hunting for my sake
Not wanting to form scars to avenge
Every single day I seek him, he lifts my fallen face and reminds me of his might
And when my enemies attack he is my shield in this tag of war .
So I know when my iniquities hide his face I'll tag him to my place of refuge
Categories:
hyperbolically, mental health,
Form: Prose Poetry
MY IRRESISTIBLE BROWN COFFEE
I will drink to your love.
Start with my brown coffee some forehead kisses
just to show you my abundance of respect
till my lips hyperbolically becomes crested on it.
I will drink to your love,
Taste the pureness from your lips
just to show my thirst for my coffee
and unify our passion for each other.
I will drink to your love.
Caress the shoulders of my cup
just to make her feel my touch
as I feel her steamy warmth.
I will drink to your love.
Grapple like waffle the two points
where sweet signals strikes sensitivity
till I become hot or warm like my coffee.
I will drink to your love.
My tongue is made to taste it's succulence,
as I ravel in the softness of your heavyweights
until our souls come in twain and simulate.
I will drink to your love.
Reach down to the paths that leads to heaven.
And when I get to that heaven beneath,
I'll drink the oceans till we both run wild.
I will drink to the love of my Brown Coffee.
Vick Manuel Poetry {VMP}
Form: Cinq Cinquain
Copyright© 3rd January, 2023.
Categories:
hyperbolically, 1st grade, sensual, sexy,
Form: Cinquain