Endurance

Every dawn I travel back -forth from hell blazing flames of pain resting in the darkest gorges of  sufferings torments me as naked infernos burn my parched skins   Revealing to me  translucent blisters hiding beneath my skins but as the coolness of  dusk swaddles me in its scarlet twilights   I swallow my miseries like  a bitter pill …

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The Robe of Woes

While many are busy taking dips in the tears of self-gloat, I stitched myself a golden robe, embellished with the thin silver wires of saline tears…   Embroidered mighty rivers with scarlet drops of blood, ruby rivers flowing through ancient courses of hems and stitches,   The lush strings of  pangs of suffering to weave tight-hymned …