THE NUMB WEEP

Thousands of faces go up and down the street,
Milieu of people dipped in hues so deep,
On the roads travelled with pals I meet,
Capering playfully on those mettlesome beat.

On the lanes I walk, with the mob I leap,

Giggles and laughs all in one heap,
Silent I remain, to few I speak,
Often pals ask as to what secrets I keep.

With the waves of the time I frequently stride,
What keeps me benumbed is the changing tide,
For what pestered me, in the isolation I cried,
Makes them believe that something I hide.

With few I smile, with few I fight,
I make them laugh, to them I chide,
For those sullen griefs my tears have dried,
To curtain my thoughts, alone I strive.

Often on the shores and in the dunes of sand,
Closing my fist, barefoot I stand,
Holding the fate engrossed in my hand,
Concealing the secrets of that isolated land.

Being the lone traveller I do ensure,
What all griefs and pain I endure,
I dig in pitfalls on those isolated shore,
For its true that pile of secrets I store.

No more pals ask as to what secrets I keep,
Little do they know about the nightmares in my sleep,
Of those silent faces, into their minds I peep,
Smile being the dumb mouth masking my weep.

Thousands of faces go up and down the street,
Milieu of people dipped in hues so deep,
On the roads travelled with the same pals I meet,
What remains silent is "the numb weep" that I reap.

THE NAKED REVENGE

The naked revenge is a story of vengeance, a story of a cold blooded pedophile who repents for the act of sexual assault with children of his daughter's age when his daughter was victimized of the same offence by someone else. What makes him remorse is the death awarded to his daughter as a result of his acts which makes him the avenger of his own life. What follows ahead is the execution.

Vengeance remains before I sleep,

Waiting to be avenged for the past deed,

For what followed execution was a lustful need,

Seed I did sow is now to reap.

What that beast did to you reminds me more,

Reminds me of what I did like a wild boar,

I had no limits, no controlled shore,

I'm to be indicted for your roar.

Of the cavern I now hallucinate,

Where innocent faces became victim of their fate,

Suppressing their groan to alienate,

For i was masked by my unquenchable hate.

Insensately I did, what those souls endured,

Wounds of the hunger were left uncured,

Lust-smoked dagger left them tumbled,

Blood did shed and into fragments crumbled.

What I did cannot be undone,

Stains of bloodshed have now frozen,

For what I did slaughter, infliction you borne,

All this has now left me morose and sullen.

In this very cavern I now stand,

Where I butchered the innocence into the sand,

Executing revenge with the same dagger in hand,

To bring my life to a justified end.

Suffering is yours, vengeance is mine,

Offering my corpse for you to dine,

I vindicate myself for the sins committed,

For I'm the avenger, but "the naked revenge" is thine.