To the ground, I bowed—
Trembling liquefied limbs; are all I possess.
Light evaporated; dark rained!—
Mind relinquished thoughts—to process.Unnerved and debased by it—
The forbidding word; "Pain"
In it's mention, the soul gags in reflex;
An unfathomable equation that drains.Miracles! O! Miracles!
To it, the soul's never submissive—
For leaves of Hope grew in redemption.
Drained, yet strong—well so appreciative!@poetickaleidoscope