Doctor My Pain Poem by Martins Akhoeneto

Doctor My Pain



You so hated him
Causing torment
In my cold running stream
With his sterile busy sting
Sting of life horrible pacifist
That brings savour to my youthful being
Overloaded packet luxury of torture,
Relaxes in my bossom, helpless
Caressing breast of sour splendour
In acquittal of his innate dues.
A talisman in all but demise.

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