The Pain...
creeps in..unseen,
ebbs and flows in my veins..
The Pain..
like a stab in my chest
grips my being,
swells... and scales the crest..
I know not its pith,
nor can see it coming,
yet,it seizes with a vise so tight,
it's oh so vexing to unhitch.
Nest not ,the mind said
but the heart delves deep..
deeper into the labyrinth,
where the ache is staid
creeps in..unseen,
ebbs and flows in my veins..
The Pain..
like a stab in my chest
grips my being,
swells... and scales the crest..
I know not its pith,
nor can see it coming,
yet,it seizes with a vise so tight,
it's oh so vexing to unhitch.
Nest not ,the mind said
but the heart delves deep..
deeper into the labyrinth,
where the ache is staid
The Pleasure...
ReplyDeletelands up .. unseen
makes me read and re-read..
The pleasure..
of reading poems like this
grips my attention,
swells... and crosses the peak
I know not from whose blog
Nor can see it coming
yet it grabs my attention
Its so tempting to respond
Rest not, the heart said
The mind delves deep
Into the recesses of my thoughts
Where my comment waits.
Regards
GV
(the Quack Poet)
@ Gv,HaHa...charming!Your comments are much awaited Gvji
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful description of pain :) :)
ReplyDeleteSuku,Thank you:)
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