Lamentation

The grief consumes my flesh, Here I lament over my words! They lashed and pillowed into my mind The bones pain a memory of memories- There is a chill in my body It tussles with the icicles and The grief trickles every day, Sometimes, a cry of despair Injected to my muscles I feel good opium in my veins, And I take a pen to write silenced lines I huddle my tears that decide the saddest lines. The happiness deafens in the valley of dreams.