September 23, 2010

….this is how I die everyday

Like the penetrating touch of cactus,
Leaking my soul constantly,
I urge myself to sleep in harmony,
Yet my eyes disagree.
Those absolute venomous voices,
Relentlessly ring like a nightmare,
My ears exhausted, spirit frustrated,
Wake up each day and find myself devastated,
Endlessly my heart yelling at life,
The violence past my joyful face,
Know not how I describe.
I can see my blood spill,
From the wretched and abandoned,
Like the slice of heart so dead alive,
With immense cries and shrills.
The pain that takes me towards the woe,
Misery besides me no one knows,
Tears make a sea as I lay,
This is how I die everyday.

(Published in the Cynic Mag- Aug 2010 issue)

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