Unfortune Day

Tears are asking permission
To be the core of my mission
When my pain glitters
And my joy whispers
Through a path signed by moaning
And overwhelmed by groaning
In a heart drowned by frown
Barried,but blossomed to a crown
Very sordid to be vanquished
And impossible to be vanished
It's a story decorated with sufference
But is accepted in silence.

It reminds me of one of my very old writings which is the following

Afflicted Being

A Heart morns a body
And scorns an agonizing life
The soul drowned within grief’s tears
Lamented by a morning breeze
What to say about a being that ceased to be
About a life that ends to its end
Even if we say he’s living
Halas! In Lethe makes his dwelling

It’s not to complain that I say
For my words are deaf and blind
In an attempt for ease to find
The fact is words ease the pain
Afraid of the latter using loathe
As for despair-boat coxswain

My friends I beg you pardon
For you my love is ardent
Halas! woe makes of my body a castle
Haunted by an alienated ghost of ever
When I know that in knowing I’ll come to never

PS: Excuse me twice, first for being posted in your topic and second for my shabby language.

Hello,
I feel like a little bug among you people!
Hushspeare I think you know my opinion about your writings. Imy Imy, you're a wonderful talented poet, carry on I'm sure you'll be great!

Thanks very much for both of you Ezinma and Hush.I LIKED your poem Hush."talented poet" is very much untrue Ezinma.

waw wonderful! there r a lot of good poets we don't know them ,among them imy & hush ,
keep writing mates i'm sure u will succeed inchallah........