Voice Of Pain Poem by Antonio Liao

like flower that blooms in the early morn
wither at the end of the day, the aroma
of my strength capture my gnashing
memory that split each joy of vigor in my
own identity

Savour dear heart the lasting entity of all
that comes in gasping moment of resistance
they just come and go, like a smoke of
lining Roses in the splendid incense of
lasting pads in a little finger tips, griping is
the key to know the truth of each day

lap, slice my flesh, a parting hope of luck
and lock beneath the point of blindness, as
the heart rejoice for nothing left, but a sorrow
of laughter languishes my deep being of
strong and determine person, even willfully
vibrant to face the sting of death, for depart
no more welcome my bosom pain

oh! devour my valor of hope and vanish
my lingering pain to your uncertain path of
harmony, for what then is the prize of
nothing but the fear of living without a
goodbye

reach my knee and hold on my shadow of
the future, death my suffer and live my
soul the hope of living forever …..