The Misery Of Misery Poem by Naveed Akram

I see you no longer than minutes of time,
I am unable to grieve as my tears are fiercer.
The description of a man that laments is like
The tree of old oak, bemoaning always.
I am frightened by you all, by your ark of planets,
By your temple of distress and doom and shadows.

I see no longer the passes of a day and night,
The summer will dream like a man drenched,
The spring will end the chase like a boy and girl;
One whose winter cries, is also crying, like the old
Oak tree, forgetting misery eventually, like the pirate
On the plank, like the captain of the moon.