Words
Words don’t come easy
Cherished love blossoming
And singing to the rhythm
Of the Queen Bee
In the solitude of misty morning
Sunshine is crisped and baking
Loafs of grandmother’s recipes
Beauty of the moon’s eclipsed
Was overshadowed by gravely
Crucifying of the Saint of the new world
The unforsaken nails will bleed you
To death
Words are exsanguinations
Words are sharp as the sword of Lucifer
Craving for anatomical slicing
Inches by inches
Until you giggle for mercy
Crying out loud you shouldn’t
Be born
Words are like fires
Travelled with the speed of the wind
Burning everything that crossed
Into its path
Only Tsunami could kill them
Words are rhyme of hearts
Cradled you like a crying baby
Sprinkled you with ashes of
Seven heavens
Melting your brains into disillusions
Murmuring into pond of Yellow Bulk Fresh Tulips
Fading away
And slipped into euthanasia
The end of premature love
When you wake up
Circled by good looking angels
poem by Sulaiman Mohd Yusof
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