Amon

A THORN IN MY FLESH

For long now I have trodden but I\'m nowhere near happiness

I have dug kilos down for the waters of joy but its all dust

Dressed up to the nines for that happy moment yet its the other way round

Desperately awaiting the giants of satisfaction, joy and contentment

I\'m tired of the knocks of the uninvited guests, disdain, disrespect, disparage and disappointment

 

My body and mind is eaten up by the worms of misery

My heart and soul conversely conversing

My blood pump discordantly taking pauses to the rhythm to which my heart is dancing 

The waters of my disillusionment has since broken finding its way through my blazing eyes, endlessly

Every new day is another nail to my coffin.

 

I\'m only a soldier sent without armour and mask into this world seething with horrid lies

Confined in the darkroom where happiness never tours 

A seashore deserted, calm and idle

Its all horror and misery displayed in my short shelf of life

Bedazzled life is realistically void.

 

I entreat the Heavens all day to ease my pain and delete me out of this dog\'s life

To muffle my heart and tickle me on the cheek with a soothing touch

To save me as the smoker frees the smoke held in unlit cigar

To cheer me up before I turn into ashes so hastily

Before I depart this world without taking a sip of its other side.