Soulful Pain

Tears are not guests anymore,

Or have they become unwanted guests?

That bump was uninvited.

The dark grey cloud of pain,

Also engulfs the soul unexplained.

Pain and tears have a hidden agenda now.

Tormenting the soul,

Scrapping out the little life

That is struck somewhere

In the deep dark blossom pit 

Harnessed to the chariot made 

Of flesh and blood.

Have promised a smile 

Clinging on to the cliff of life

Or else would have drowned into the ferocious tide down there.

But on second thought,

Happiness and joy also come as guests,

And never to stay for long.

Pain and tears at least stay on,

As a sentinel on guard.

Cuddling me close,

With a promise to stay forever.

Breath stopped,

But the ache lingered on.