Symphony of Agony

               
There are melodies so subtle,
That in serenity fades away,
There are lyrics of apt anguish,
That to the shattered hearts belongs,
There are strings of unholy silence;
That's irrigating the land.
There are bunches of pain untold,
Accompanied by ugly carols,
And the dirge of earthly pains, There are songs of deathly pangs,
That caresses planted hatred and strife;
Fumes hovering above the lairs.
A monster's dirty wail,
As is a mother's lullaby,
The hustler's nightly tears,
And the outcast's bitter cry,
There are warriors silent gnashing;
That haven't found their place in songs.

There are sorror's men'trual hymns,
That's curvaceous in a grotesque way,
And the maiden's holy grail,
With the pain that has no tears,
The matron's quiet matin,
And the songs of deep despair.

Written by Isaac Archibongpoet
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