A contrite heart
eaten as meal by the Wolf of anguish
polluted with bite of dishonour
and left to die in silence
as I watch both pant in tears
as morning moaning turn groaning
A wounded soul
pierced with needle of unkindness
roasted in the fire of horror
and left to die in silence
as his hands sunk into her face
and stole her beauty
A lonely soul
bounded in the coven of torture
deprive of a voice and a word
and left to die in silence
to protect tradition in the presence of death
and her family's worth in the arms of brokenness
a dowry of slavery
paid in exchange for a brutality
a wine of death
drank amidst suffering
a painful lovely experience
that diluted her sanity
as she is left to die in silence
Is it marriage or mirage
was it love or lust
or may be beauty and the beast
thrown into the island of doom
o souls of brokenness
who can't leave her marriage because of her African dynasty.
Good rendition of words elegantly brought forth in persuasive poetic expressions with insight. Thanks for sharing Miracle.
There is always a way out, you just have to find it to lift the sadness. A great poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
contrite heart. anguish, dishonour, silence, the wounded soul, slavery, brutality, island odf doom. African dynasty., ., ., ., ., a poignant poem full of thoughts that reveal the slavery that comes down to fit into the rules and regulations and customs of a dynaysty........ thank u dear poet. such social injustices we as poets should bring to the world. thank u. tony