With thawed tears, I cry and quiver
Broken voice but sung a melody
Untamed soul with lonesome prowl
Moan and howl like an Owl
While gleaming gleed tormented to burn
Those niveous eyes tranquilized the ail
Appetites yonder the parched wild
Preyed the weak, preyed the strong
To revive the beast that dwells in the dark
Fallen angels with broken wings
Struck the lyre to shackle the brute
While pelted pain peeled my skin
I heard the roar the dark wolf made
As Panicked flesh trickled sweat to veil fear
Fledged wind filled my lungs with spunk
Fortified heart imbibing the silence
Screamed like a canary in the cage of solitude
The bird bled the poem.
The bird bled the pain.
Mocking the human it bled the hurt, until
The words puddled and petrichor the tears damped paper.
-Zara Elizabeth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful piece of poetry, well articulated and nicely brought forth with insight. Thanks for sharing Hema.