Endless Pain Poem by ghaleb hamade

Tears are falling like winter rain drops
Washing memories baptizing my endless pain
Rainfalls very often then suddenly it stops
The soul sins inviting the drops to fall again
Clouds so dense uglier than old man dirty long hair
Sun so pale can not even warm its own rays
Nailed on an invisible cross dying like a flare
The moon is deserted left for a bat to play
Tulips kneeling miserably in chains like slaves
Asking for forgiveness from a merciless god
Praying constantly trembling like ocean’s waves
Begging a vampire please choose me suck my blood
Babies before crawling are led to their graves
Forced to thank a lazy lord for a nice hole in the mud
The real god needs no prayers the real god is he who saves
Gave every one an arc and only him can stop the flood
The lord hates all hypocrites and loves all the braves
He made us from earth and made a tulip from a bud