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
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
