Thursday, August 18, 2011

Monsters Of Pain

Do not tell it again when the shakes replace
The fountain housing an elixir of change and gold.
I am terrified of your belongings when dead,
Crazes and suffering accompany the wicked.
May the fountain of armed force be upon you,
Like darling monsters of the deep and narrow.
An abyss demonstrates the path of discovery,
An enlightenment is defined by the laziness.
That summer we found a tree housing the elixir
And branches of my father were stolen.
Then he walked away like a ghost
Knowing the story of pain and sorrow.
Naveed Akram
Dawn Fuzan 15 May 2014
Well penned Naveed I like your uneque style.
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