Torture

and the thunders roll under my feet
the ground jolted as the sky
trembled in deceit

and as lightnings toil the heavens
a hundred years of pent up tears
now drained and washed
down everything...

the noise bleed into words
and the hungry tongue tortures
the silent scream with prejudice
grumble echoes through the horizon's fleet
disintegrate into warm breeze
a gut-perspiring beat

as the thoughts overlap
with unpatterned rhythm
and mind piercing with each mussing

the thumping of the noise
now continue to sting
and continue to irritate
oh, how much torture can one take?


© June 28,2005

by Velvet Astraea Dido

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