THE PULSES OF PAIN

I fantasized an eternal love
which a demon of hell impotent
which a mortal-demise unables
to detach, to unbind ,to depart.


Am hapless of this piss-ups
the weensy boozups ,that teams out mine eyeball.
I tore up mine shower  which could  
out wept  all the downpours 
 that shot to this earth.

I wonder the pip of mine eyeball
over bears a saline-sink
which when withers sprouts a flavour
of voiceless grave and a savour of heartbearing.

I repelled mightly to defy the pain
which florets the drops of tears .
Myself i ascertained the spirit sensing the pulses of pain.