A VEIN OF SADNESS (An Original Poetry)

Image Source

---

Bursting forth flood,
abroad, across the lonely lane,
the night planted grief,
and now we are awake,
with particle of mischief,
there is a vein of sadness,
dwelling within,
clustering the thoughts,
keeping us dazed and crippled,
like a broken eagle unable to soar

---

We're clogged, plugged in,
into dirt, infection and hatred,
smeared with distress,
like a signpost on a highway
our faces written in defeat
unable to smile through rage
clenched fangs gnashing,
emotions clashing and bashing,
until we writhe to move no more

---

Nightmares are like breakfasts,
concurrent like the sun's rising,
we're wetter than the dew,
parched and yearning for brew,
to calm the tempest in the blue,
there's a vein of sadness,
running like a maze,
and making us tainted,
shrapnel and bayonet,
spreading black haemoglobin

---

There is a vein of sadness,
in our plaintiff throat,
engulfed with negativity,
like rain and blood
down the streets,
like Siamese brothers in arms