It's the pain I feel
My body jolts and aches,
I cannot make you hear my silent cries_;
All the way I have gone
Through rough stones, and
Burning sand
In hope to reach the Sea of peace
Which I never came by.
It hurts;
More then your cruel words-you throw on me ,
Or the way you dumped me
And left me with the ruin of what I had.
The castle of our joy and love,
All fantasy of fun and courages
Crashed me down in dust and blood.
Yes that'll I have now.
Not my body,
Not limbs or cuts or burns,
Not even my poisoned blood,
Nor all the way down in my vain or nerves ;
It's my soul that hurts
YOU ARE READING
My heart's content
Poesiaa short collection of my feelings in prosaic verse. type -subjective tone- mostly elegiac form and rhythm- free verse with no specific rhythm , experimental Short story, Essay, and letters.
