EVENING OF SORROWS

My body has melted

As ice set under fire

The pant I wore

Loose as a child

In a battle with diarrhoea

The breeze is as scorching like sun

The warmth I feel was wrath

So painful as lovers parting ways

My eye red as hot as charcoal

All my thoughts swimming in perjury

Oh my dear soul

My furry hands

As a child denied her lunchbox

My spores ooze out sweats of blood

My strength was taken away by a pit of misery

Oh my dear soul

My hands touch nothing but despair

I am famished by the strokes of despondency

Oh my dear soul

My heart pants

Faster than the running streams

Speedometer slower to the noise of my agony

I am in a web of depression

Oh my dear soul

My contentment is only anger

My visitors are thoughts of suicide

Oh my dear soul

Although, one of my visitors asked?

Why all these upon you?

Why all I see in the chambers of your heart is misery?

My silent look

My drop of tears

Burst in anger

My heart explodes

Oh my dear soul

Just a day to end my pit of hell

Long before the hope was forgotten

A morning voice of consolation crow

A sweet sugared and butter bread

Place before my table of agony

To calm my taunt soul

Oh my dear soul

Joy danced before me

Again and again

Happiness jumped out of my hopeless bed

Again and again

Warmth clashed their cymbals at the door of my mouth

Again and again

Comfort strung the guitars of hope

Again and again

Peace played the classic melody in my chambers

Once again.

Another morning of gratitude

Just as the evening of sorrows elopes

Oh my dear soul