I’m fettered and bound in chains only i can feel,
I’m hunted by an unforgiving past,
Assaulted by a future unseen.
I trudge through this prison.
Bordered in tween,
Hopelessness,unreason and maladies deep.
This enigma haunts me,
Its brutal laughter stings me in the dark,
It taunts me with errors past,
Until in its poison I’m lost.
Leaving my heart tattooed by ugly sutures,
And my soul wounded,bruised and tortured.
Its whip of anger and deceit,
Brutally cuts deep but never bleeds.
Hopelessness holds me hostage,
Lies and broken hearts pay me homage.
Lost in a bottomless abyss,
I carry alone this burden.
Within the walls of this lonely lair,
i’m subdued,a servant to fear.
There..pain rules,a ruthless warden.
I thrive in its complicity,
A hopeless accomplice.
I soak its torture,
Its mocking travesty,
And nurture those pains to pleasure me like ecstasy.
I’m forever lost in this wasteland,
Here,I’m stuck and no longer a stranger.
My fold and order has crumbled into nothingness.
To its disorder,i have succumbed.
I hope to forget its sutures and go numb.
i don’t want to feel,
i don’t want to fill,
with hope,this heart i have learnt to steel.
for i have looked farther and no light beckoned,
i have screamed Father and i hear no redemption song.
alone in this wasteland i belong,
and there i sit,
writing,crying and withering away to this pain song.
She moves in silky steps,
Carving out treacherous lines and dainty sonnets,
Her wriggling waist weaves romantic poems,
When she dances,
Her bare feet raises dust from the brown earth,
And they seem to hang over her,
Stuck in awe,
A testament to her prowess.
The beads of her waist jingles.
They sing a song of its own,
They tell a tale often untold,
And its rainbow like beauty it flaunts,
Proud and bold.
Upon her lips,
None rivals the tenacity of her words,
Her allure screams.
Her soul and spirit embedded in its bond.
Her twin fawns stand tall,
Rising and falling with the the beat of her ever thumping heart.
Tiny rivulets of sweat hang upon her forehead,
Adding lusture to a sheen unseen.
Her arms moves swiftly with her leaping steps,
Her sagging back,a tower of strength.
She tills the earth,
Fill the earthenware,
Sing and coo to the crying children,
While tending the flames beneath the boiling millet,
Yet the gleam in her eyes never darken,
Out of the well of her heaving breast,
The child squeezes and suckles of her courage,
Her tenacity and her dauntless heritage.
Of her comely grace,
Men of valor are made.
This woman of idyll novelty,
Lives in every heart.
An eternal legacy.