Echoes of Pain!
Your words buzz in my headLike bees, they sting at my peace
I stand abhorred in your sight
As you splash on me your deadliest vocal venom
Till I am drenched to the spirit
I flinch at the memory of your cutting remarks
I shiver at the feel of your icy comments
You kick me like a despised dog
You yank sleep from my eyelid
I crumble under the weight of despair
I am gaunt from want
I cry me a river as I miss the good old days when you treated me as a king
Days before your angry hands were stretched against me
Days before those same hands strangled my joy in the crib and condemned me to grief like a bereaved mother
For all these I should hate you
Yet my heart still stirs for you!
Poetry by Alfred Iwerebor
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Written on 2006-07-27 at 12:58
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