The Wound Is Steep And Deep Poem by Hebert Logerie

The Wound Is Steep And Deep



So steep, so deep, and yet so painful
The tears are crystallized
I just realized
That the marbles won’t melt under the full
Rays of the midday sun.
Daughter and son
Should not stab the heart
Of the patriarch.
Allah! Please send Noah’s Ark
To save our soul.
The event is too hurtful
To bear.
This is a slap in our face,
This is a bad shot in our sibling’s brace.
Let me breathe the air
Of a new season.
Let the sun shine.
Let it rain on the brave pine.
There is a reason for everything,
A betrayal for spring,
A shame for winter,
A backstabbing for summer,
And an odium for fall.
Things will change for all.
This is a new dawn.
The cats have littered the lawn.
There is a foul smell in the room.
Bring the broom,
Bring the mop.
This a low blow,
This is a bad show.
Do not forget to pop
The questions.
There are no reasons
Left in the chaotic gala.
This is a fiasco, a drama,
A trauma. That’s not love
From the dreaming man above.
The tears will not melt away.
The pain is too deep, too steep.
The dogs cannot sleep;
The butterfly refuses to play.
So steep, so stiff, and yet so hurtful.
The heart is strong, heavy, and full.

Saturday, April 11, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: hurting
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