Collection Of Poetry

Constant Pain And Suffering

Situated and adorned like a ripened rose that had bloomed amidst constant pain and suffering 

My fragile, confined mind feverishly clings onto thin air but, without avail, turns to you, always

A dead, broken reverie is reborn as you turn to ash, yet again

Drain thee woes 'til you're drunk on the honour of friendship, like back then

Whilst I wait and the sun rises to Heaven; unstained, I bloom evermore, thinking of only you

Stroking my ego gently, I beheld your reticent smile as you struck me down with pleasure, kindness, passion, and the condemnation of history

Nothing is more important than the human heart and unrestrained gratitude

Thus, I obey, give in, and take all you have to offer with love, mirth, and servitude 

Desiring nothing more than all of your hated, rage, and for you to let it all consume me

Yet again, the maiden drifts and falls into infinite slumber, wallowing in constant pain and suffering

The caged feelings within be damned

There, you obediently return to your master and raise your lips to meet His hand

Here, your soul rises to Heaven to meet father and mother while the vessel, stained and corrupted, erodes from below

My mind wanders from this hellish world

Yet my clouded eyes yearn for the rain along with constant pain and suffering

Is that so wrong, Father? Wherever you are?