Rage Poem by Mahfooz Ali

Taste of your rage
pulsed in thy thorn-winged breath,
Invades our long love of the soft sun.
My voice unwillingly causes this loveless wine,
Intoxicating the silencescape with deceived emotions.
Tragedies occur with blazed scents.
Falling tears spark like stars.
These stars are no longer shining bright,
our love is no longer shining bright.
Your rage seems to have no decease.
It has no decease - I have no love.
Love is quickly forgotten.
I can no longer survive without your love.
You have forgotten me, as have others,
life goes on, everything must keep going to keep this world revolving.
Even with you gone, I too, will keep going.