You ask of how I became a twin to my pain
Of how my visage mirrored the emotions
That I'd longed buried whenever night falls
And how I became a beloved and a mad lover
Who flaunts the wealth of these rich words
I paint in strokes
And how I can tell you everything
about what pain is
And every form, style, and type of anguish
How I became a painter
that designs with patterns of agony
How 'bout I tell you the story then
Of how I amassed the wealth of words
and creativity that stands uniquely,
for even in ages to come
These petals shall wither not
nor will they ever decay
You really want to know right?
It all started when my home became a field of thorns
When the place where I sought respite
became an abode of grief
How I found my legs chained and my heart, frozen!
In the realm of that decadent misery, I called a home
Like the guardian of change, my whole life
Constantly evolved changing scenes
but the gloomy hues remained the same
I became a queen in my abode of anguish
And I have all the honors
a grieving sucker could be gifted
There's the pain, agony, miseries, sorrows and grief,
And I cheerfully wallowed in their wealth
I'm like a rose devoid of thorns
And if I could be likened to a rose itself
I'm one devoid of petals and colours
My thorny home, my castle, and its kingdom of fear,
I ruled like the queen that I am,
And what my hands couldn't reach or hold
Freedom, it's called
When my caged being began
to find solace in her isolation
And peace in her solitude
When my buried thoughts
became seedlings of my own despair
Which rooted and stem deeply beneath
And grew fruits of anguish and fear
O' mother earth, please I beg
Let there be no other me
The me that grew to love a cage of thorns
And instead of her to raise her voice
She bled within the alphabets
That couldn't make up the lines
Her lips parted for,
for her mouth to speak
those letters which flooded her heart then
PAIN is the word they spelt...

© Hujjah Saad✍️




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