SHAM

Memories hurt my pride,
Haunt my joy and
Sodomize my laughter
Sweet memories of the fateful moments
Moments of fate, when alien was but hate
Hanger and fear, a common visitor by night
Night guard, my joy slumbers
As my sole heart’s tormented and cemented in tombs
Tombs of silence where cries, beseech not
Not amused by the tenderly drowsing heart in the tomb
Soaked in paste blood oozing while groaning
Mourning for a part, split to break
Under the bloody moon in the dark
Where no dog did back to alert
Of the convergent joy, robbed off his own like a toy,
Taken from a toddling boy
Under the same moon; red moon and sun by the noon
I stagger to trail from the dripping well on this chest
While gaudy masks melts away to the heat of loathe
Where’s joy, when pain’s my name?