The Murmurs
The murmurs of rain hide the screaming of pain
The streams of disdain that leak from inside
At odds with my brain, I nurture the chain,
Of affairs that have put me at odds with my pride.
I am willing to fight, each night in the fervor,
‘til Further and further I meet with the light
So bright and unnerving I warrant the merger
The inferno of feelings that cower my might.
The tunnel eternal, up backwards conveyors
The betrayer, with hope, did give me a struggle
He catered my nature, whose will was the greater?
I knew I was in for a major tussle.
I mumbled inside was this worth all the trouble
To perch every human so high in my cause
But my bones are not wooden, my flesh can still crumble
my heart strings still pulling, were they worth the applause?
Alone in a stare-down, my death and my name
As one doesn’t care now to wither away
And one has still dithered in shadows and flames,
with my faint breath still fogging the mirror each day.
Like the empty resolve of a still dying leaf,
Solitary and helpless my soul drifts from above
Devoid of the one thing that I still believe
Can free someone and that is called love.
I’ve been caught in a malaise of sorrows
My mind sadly trapped in a dearth of hope.
Unable to envisage the smiles of tomorrow
nor cope with the madness that sadness enrobes.
And always I am labeled as only one thing,
Though I am not just one thing, I am more than that.
But as an offspring of nothing that was deemed worthy of noting
I will prove them again wrong, and tip them my hat.
And the light will be mine, away from the dark
To mimic the love that I once highly spoke of
As having love and life created the spark
Enkindling my hope amidst all the smoke
So when that sandstorm of sorrow and words do concur
on the vacant field where my body succumbs to the light,
the patter of rain shall squelch all your tears incurred
and all will be right at night beneath the moonlight.
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Most powerful and emotional verse. Love the glimmer of hope at the end.
Thank you so much Rasma.
Wonderfully written verse as always, Paul. I love the phrase “the sandstorm of sorrow”.
John, thank you so much for your kind words. Glad you enjoyed it.
Beautifully penned and emoted Paul, filled with passion and raw emotions. Great work my friend. Cheers!
Thank you so much Tony. I’m glad you enjoyed it.
Very well penned and emotive work, Paul. Great work, a captivating piece.
PS: Last line – possible edit. With should be will?
Ah yes dont know how that slipped through. I will make the proper correction. Go catch Phyllis, and thank you so much for your kind words. Glad you enjoyed this
Love, the most misunderstood emotion, yet the one the poets always fall back on to write about. You did it justice my friend Paul.
Yeah we always do. It is such a driving force, the power of love. Thank you for your kind words my friend, much appreciated
I love the starting verse, ” The murmurs of rain hide the screaming of pain” all your stanzas ring with the passion of loss, pain and love. I’ve lost it and found it many a time in my lifetime and like mercury it’s ever slippery surface lost in translation. LOVE without it we crumble, wilt, fade away into the loneliness of without. LOVE bountiful, we excel, a fuller person with it, shining, renewed and fulfilled. I choose LOVE. Well penned as always, you Paul have the gift of rhyme and the heart of a true poet. Cheers.
I will always choose love my friend. Without it we are almost like a shell of our normal self. Vincent I really appreciate your kindness, thank you.