Sunday Poem- Attempt to write a ghozle (ghozle=Couplets with the last word of the second couplet the same)



1 Eulogy (a pitiful attempt at a ghozle)

When she died I felt nothing

Only pain, numbing pain

When I was beaten or when I fought, same as they are

I felt nothing but my friend, the numbing pain

When the blood runs down my arm

Burning it, I think, it only adds to the numbing pain

As I sit here writing, I'm feeling something breaking

Burning through and cracking in half the numbing pain

When I take the knife and stick it deep inside

Maybe that'll wrench my heart from the grasp of the numbing pain

When my funeral comes and someone dares to cry, to try

To give my eulogy, be sure to tell them I'm free from numbing pain

When someone glances upon my stone make sure it tells all

I've finally escaped this hell of a life and the pain, the numbing pain