The Muse

(An International Journal of Poetry)

Volume-1                                          June-2011                                                        Number-1

 

A Lullaby of Hatred

by Dalel Sarnou

Hatred has grown within me,

The growing of horns around Thee.

All those nights I cried desperately

Grab me to the chagrin, to the sea 

Of tears, of groaning, of remorse.

I regret my way having lost me in pieces

I was there like a blossom in prairies

Happy in liberty around me love roses 

Hitherto I smell those Sapin breezes

Yet, you stand in my way as a dark mountain

Of hatred, of anger, of fury with no reasoning

Torment, you're but a heart that is long stoning 

Life is a lit that lambently lights loosely

And Death is but darkness that dooms desperately

Between Life and Death, our souls are hanging fearfully

Dread moments come to us with a wake up call suddenly 

To tell us about an absurd morrow replete with tears badly

Crooning the morrow would scar in you every ain smoothly 

 

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A scar of you

by Dalel Sarnou

 

I know not why these words fly away out of me

Know not why my voice starts now shivering

And I canít remember but the tears of bloods on me

Remember the dreariness of the pain Iím still feeling

You came into my life with your cant and hypocrisy

To crash it over and over and over, never stop hurting

The presence of your shadow in my life smothers me

And you, like a ghost, keep on wearing, jeering and fearing 

Iíll always suffer that scar of you in me and my history

Worse than a nightmare, than a horror, youíre being

Beg you to go away; on me you never have mercy

All you do is pour salt on my hurt and deepen my scar. 

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