Untitled 1st poem

[Mogra]

Pain, like a shadow in the dark,
Banished it seemed in the light of your smile,
Hiding, biding waiting,
Always there

With claws to rend, and talons pierce,
Inflicting cuts at first not deep,
Scarcely felt......,
That first cut

Time passes in an unseen haze,
Tinged red from hearts blood
Spurting free, now exposed
From the ravaged soul

Yet still I crave,
And hope and pray,
For healing from your smile,
From now until my grave.


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Succor

Pain, like a shadow in the dark,
Banished it seemed in the light of your smile,
Hiding, biding waiting,
Always there

What once was whole
Is now ravaged
Scarcely felt…
That first blemish

Time passes in an unseen haze
Skewed through the prism
shards of fragmented possibilities
All become one- Alone


Yet still I crave,
And hope and pray,
For healing from your smile,
From now until my grave.