Disgrace

If a cloud was made of stone,

I'd have you stoned to death.

When the oceans become fire,

You will kneel down and repent. 

At the end of your tongues,

Words unspoken become a scar.

I will tear the wounds with thorns

And then you will remember.

Twenty years into a filthy lie,

You will be forgotten.

I am stepping on a rat;

That disgrace is you.

I am not the serpent you fear,

For my heart is pure from hate.

Your mind is stacked with guilt,

And you fear yourself at night.

Sins are on you like feathers on a bird.

When you move your body, sins reflect.

In woods of sins and lies I'll hunt,

And now I execute you. 

If a cloud was made of fire,

And the ocean was a stone,

I would tear your wounds with thorns,

And the disgrace shall be forgotten. 

Reviews

[zainul]

A poem reflecting fierce fight using weapons of stones made of cloud and ocean of fire.
What a great imagery !
You have charmed your readers.

[popourii]

You use a lot of strong words to create a very dark atmosphere. Very well done! Thank you for sharing :)

[Sourav]

Very emotional and angry poem I would say... Well written... it follows quite well. Keep writing.

[Jose Camacho]

Thanks! It was written after an argument to be quite honest.

[Sami Khalil]

A good rant and rave poem...Well done...:)

[Jose Camacho]

Thank you! :)

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)