He cries in a noiseless din.
Silence in his grief.
Cornered by a thousand hands
Out to strangle him.
His face a screen of hazy words
Eyes of restless thief.
A pin-drop could be heard in haste
In these hollow corridors
Pain and panic fornicate
Head swims in a dreamy blur.
Sickly fumes that augur ill
And ward-boys at their chores.
A desiccated soul asleep
Behind glazed glasses
Every labored rippled breath
Whispering a horrid threat
In silent vigil of a death
His father slowly passes.
His name a shame from before birth.
A society's discard.
Now his hands in hands so cold
As life unfastened its own hold
His mind could mock at fate unfold
No longer 'A Bastard'.
A Silent Lament…. from the depths of the heart of Darkness. Well captured, but oh so very dark! The picture is at such odds with the mood and content of the poem. Was it deliberate?
I liked ”noiseless din” ; ”pain and panic fornicate”; ”dessicated soul asleep”. awesome imagery of pain … though the subject itself I could not connect with the pain.. somehow. In today’’s world does the term ”bastard” mean anything when marriage itself is disintegrating?
hmm nice..
Brilliant poem! You really flowed this exquisitely endearing piece well!
nice tht waz
pain …. touchy very very touchy ….
Another well written piece so well decorated with the fringes of emotions like grief,pain,the silence,distress,torment etc……Reshu.
so nice feeling savi
The pain and grief so effectively portrayed that one can feel it deeply.
Wish you had titled this poem more clearly, Zeus… maybe something like “Death of an Abandoned Bastard in a Hospital Corridor”. It might have made the poem clearer to the reader right from the beginning. The poem works in the mind after one has read the whole thing, but its individual stanzas or lines fail to click. Sorry to criticize, Zeus. Warm Regards, Ghost
Powerful words… liked this one…
The poem epitomizes whether intentionally or unintentionally hidden grief not just being left as an orphan signifying even freedom in some way but the feeling of being free from being a son of the nameless father. Zeus you have excelled once again with a powerful and highly charged emotive peice of literature. Keep writing like this and soon the laureates would be vying for space with you. Regards, Angad
Born with a smile, buoyant heart and innocent eyes! Heart grew.. so did the burden! Lone darkness.. doused flames.. silent lament! And at last, the slaughter of smile, darkness, and the moans! Son of the ultimate… Back to him! So emotive.. words filled with pain.. and a dark corridor!
the grief of the orphan tenderly brought out…
lovely!
very touchy lines….
Each to his own fate… ZZ, a good poem.. with a lot of angst for the helpless infant
very touching……
i could almost visualise a helpless infant …..
A plaintive song on mortification of nameless men in life…….Good poem…PGR
So nice post my dear ……………………….So many thanks for this. If you permit me then i blog this any where. Please give more details about this name of original writer etc for blog. Again thanks. please reply soon.
Words flow from all directions to highten the inward grief and agony and raise a silently devastating storm. a good one. kudos.
Lovely poem
SANZ_SWEET.
gr8!
Let him see the “Light at the end of the Tunnel” soon and his Silent Lament become a Loud Cheer.
Brilliant Ze… Rubbish, Curtains and now this!!! You are outstanding!
a sad tale of fate accomplished life told in a beautiful way