Those Poems You Hate

She cries streams

Streaking arms

That don't

Belong to her.

Clear tears



No tick-tock

No beat

No clock.

Those poems you hate

Will never decorate

Your naked walls.

Those poems you hate

Chronicle the rise, the fall

The fall

My fall

Was all

My fault...

Those poems you hate

Make my pain,

My pain is good for

The only thing pain is good for

Which is

Good art...

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Afzal Shauq's picture

greattttttt task after a long long time from my poetry friend side,,enjoyed it,,,well done ..hope you nevr quit writing..