Love Poem: Cry of Pain
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Written by: Norma Arana

Cry of Pain

Dear Life, please nourish me today On an aching morn tired and tedious, soften my wind with scents of vanilla tea and baked pages from a magazine's tray. The cloud too near molds a destitute face. A mirror of darkened, twisted hair and wrinkled brows veil my skin much older than the kitchen chair. Wasting time on a lease without solace in blowing circles of morning breeze that cannot hear the raging wire and chimes in my head. A trembling wail crushes a broken bell like a snake's tenor. Say something, speak to me upon this nail--- The one I love doesn't answer or reply Vanilla tea melts my tears in pained cry. 11 March 2016 Contest: Lament, Casarah Nance