Sunday, April 8, 2012

Pleasure in Sorrow

Pleasure in Sorrow

The discordant sighs
Of a looming crowd
Gird the cacophony
Of a soul's drumming tears

They smell of salt
And taste of soap
The sting parching the heart;
The flavor scolding the tongue

Like insects
They continue to surround
The poor soul
Suppressed in his woe

Won't they help;
Subdue his rain?
They watch with a buzzard's thousand eyes

Like a plague they feed,
Drinking the tears
To feel the burn,
Reveled they're not their own

By: Renada Styles

1 comment:

  1. Thanks for linking up this weekend. We hope you can come back for the weekday challenge too. Remember to check out our Facebook and Twitter pages for news on what's happening on the site.