A Cry Of Despair

Can I scream out?

"You write my dear, the saddest lines,

But don't scream, people here are deaf

Not blind," my instinct tells.

Night is all scattered,

And the orbs are confined to their spot.

The shivery wind confers goosebumps to this flesh,

While I write phrases full of torments.

"Twisted and mangled like discarded wires strewn across a bare floor,

Alone enduring umpteen agony.

This grey skinned lifeless floating body,

Once walked with a pinker complexion,

Now it just swirls down, lost to all bows.

Memories taunt with constant projections,

Moving eyes haunt with past entities,

These draining eyes, possess all the answers,

But none craved to explore."

Pain is burden,

Forgiveness is virtue,

That's what I've heard about.