Friday, 30 October 2015

Colloquial Suffering

A burden onto a burden
Backs bundled in fatigue
Entrapped by the cell indifferent to tragedy
Soaked in forged personality
Barely equipped to decipher the genuine

Projections of snobbery
Drama staged
Shy of rehearsal
Inside the circle of artificial control
Echoes of protest
Suffocate those of sincere charisma

A fluorescent hallway
Full of weary nurses
Aged in distress
Receive the sinners of society
With arms wide open
Mouths wider yet
At the gushes of wounds
Of blood redder than cherries

An anxious decision brawls at itself
Opinions offered by outsiders
Opens the mind to oppression
Insecurity and second thinking

Bristles of a burnt out brush
Curled in maturity
Not of age
A host of grey hairs
Fall off the edge of the tool of foreseeable praise
Laid onto vulnerable victims
Those of which
Lacking influence
And a say

Portraits of frightened expression
Painting off laughing faces
Eyes prey on her frown
A knife rids her of her own skin

Absorbed amidst chaotic self-doubt
The only syllables sliding off the tongue
Where have they come from
They who are making a scene
A mother and her son

His finger rubs the palm of her hand
Sweat slides along a slippery slope
The reign of terror
In search for the prophecy of fortune
Or disaster waiting
Somewhere down the line