The Wound Is Steep And Deep

So steep, so deep, and yet so painful The tears are crystallized I just realized That the marbles won’t melt under the full Rays of the midday sun. Daughter and son Should not stab the heart Of the patriarch. Allah! Please send Noah’s Ark To save our soul. The event is too hurtful To bear. This is a slap in our face, This is a bad shot in our sibling’s brace. Let me breathe the air Of a new season. Let the sun shine. Let it rain on the brave pine. There is a reason for everything, A betrayal for spring, A shame for winter, A backstabbing for summer, And an odium for fall. Things will change for all. This is a new dawn. The cats have littered the lawn. There is a foul smell in the room. Bring the broom, Bring the mop. This a low blow, This is a bad show. Do not forget to pop The questions. There are no reasons Left in the chaotic gala. This is a fiasco, a drama, A trauma. That’s not love From the dreaming man above. The tears will not melt away. The pain is too deep, too steep. The dogs cannot sleep; The butterfly refuses to play. So steep, so stiff, and yet so hurtful. The heart is strong, heavy, and full.