The Loner

I an sodden, I am trodden

My intellect minuscule

made me the butt of ridicule

I seethe,I boil

into the darkest corners I coil

The perennial storm that rages

within me, the pain

the agony, my pierced heart

my mutilated dignity

and mind ripped apart.

Not a scintilla of love

nor a sliver of compassion

to cajole my grieving soul

but a fervid downpour of insults

of shocking threats,

the devilish sniggers

the flagrant rebukes hurled

Oh, the temerity of their words!

I have feigned patience undeserved

and staged laughter, unnerved

But now a hiatus,grand

between me and forbearance stands!

Now love is a stranger

All affections endangered

I am obdurate

I am obliterated

Mirrored by a slow,starved death

Fie upon this world!

May all brethren perish

In the great holocaust!

Reviews

[Miya Chanda]

Your writing is wonderful. very descriptive in a sort of cryptic way, I think. I read several of your poems, fire, chronicles of pain, my love etc. I'm not a poet--so excuse my ignorance-- But I do love your style of writing.