Lost in a stormy ocean of outrage
Struggling to keep sight of hypocrite shores
Through tear-filled eyes as I bawl
Bloodshot eyes find me in the stifling blue
The oppressive night reeling onto me
And then throwing me into a howling mistral
Black sands rip sodden cloth on my breast
Shreds of outraged dignity that cling on
Among deafening cacophony of jeering catcalls
Broken heart beating painfully on
Screaming body, naked as born
Imprinted on blinded black eyeballs…
Sheathed in my ravaged body alive
My soul unsplintered, enraged, untouched
Rising from the dead in bloodied rainfall
Transparent rage in silencing glide
Anger bespoken in silent words
Rage vented at silent walls
Listen not to the words I yell
Look for the unfallen words
My silent weapon, my clarion call…
that is nice arti...you write well...keep writing...love...nalini
Arti.. you do well with your words. This poem has the same heat as in your mind. You have a good and expressive style.... would love to read more of your creations. Full points.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A great start with a nice poem, Arti S. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks