My Pains Poem by Hamza Al Saieedy

Locked in my house like a frightened widow!
Watching; sunset and enjoying the show,
A redden sky, A sight of a crow.
The earth turning, the world moving to low?
Kids running, with the dark grow,
My father comes, then a clouds follow.
Neighbors through the street; waiting snow.
The night hath came; flowing slow.
The sun hath left and dragged my shadow,
Darkness hath came with my body awe,
Uttered of pain, but I bear what I sow.
Raising; than down, then of top to my toe.
Not to one, but for two pains I owe.
Slept, then a wake with uneasy hollow,
Broken lights making through my window.
Half the moon; the clouds hath swallow!
Nor can I faint or write what I saw,
Yet my writes still shouting thou.
My pens dance, with my words glow,
The phrases flow upon lines row.
When inspiration comes; my feelings blow.
Poet, Am I? Tell me how I know? ..