I woke up after a transcendental slumber
Sand heaps in my eye
water flowing inside my head
I don't know what day it is
...
It's winter in my lonely house
Darkness wraps me tight
I turn on the lights and they reveal only pain
In the mystic haze of questions
...
The astronomer gazed and dazed
With his mighty visionary telescope
...
(For those young suicide bombers brainwashed in the name of God and sacrificed by terrorism)
We are the balloon men,
We pop like air out rubber
Screaming God!
...
D B Versehawker is a poet/writer based in India. This website will display his poetry. Copyrighted material. All rights reserved.)
The Catholic
The Devil is a believer;
Who does things his way,
Apparently.