Friday, December 11, 2009

Shackles of Pain

I wish to lie cocooned in the shell of slumber

Where no hurt or distress can put me under

Every moment I breathe in despair when conscious

In frustration, I cannot act as cool as a cucumber


My heart bleeds profusely

And so do my eyes

As they witness each day

The evident sway followed by lies


They say he has no control on himself

They tell me to ignore

How can I, when all that comes to my mind

Are the happy days of yore?


His laugh has disappeared

Wiped off by the incessant binge

His swollen, soulless face

Makes me cringe


I pray to God, but to no avail

Do set his ship of sense, to sail

But even he betrays me, time and again

Leaving me frustrated in the shackles of pain.


The love we had has now drowned

It calls out for help from the sea of alcohol

But I fail to save it, for all I see

Is the drunk, lost man in front of me!