HELL IN A VEIL

A spoken word poetry created and written  by Orji S. C.

    Hell in a veil

In the deep world rest a weary blood

trampled upon and buried in pains.

Stood this solitary soul is a word whispered to a heart wheeled in chains. No love to tender her heart only a hurtful whip that rips her might.

A story of a hell in a veil.

I come from a land somewhere in the dark

where vision has lost it sight

and faith exist without it fight.

No hopes to rewrite it poverty

and streaked plight

Dreams like a trash shrinks with no light.

Bright promise of grieve ignite from

a blight.

Only a threat that stares in the heart knows her sorrow

for she pretends with a smile when her joy is not glare but trapped by a stage yet again to borrow.

     Inside out she is depressed

 with a case

deep down she is suppressed 

in a phase

       Troubled by a desire and worry

who dies slowly probably in a hurry.

it seems she have a two edged face

One clothed, an another long aged in a maze.

As if all is well and there is a cake

whereas she is in hell for no just sake.

A hell in a veil.

She is a symbol of a people dying in silent trauma

A nation that trembles for a prominent few driving in violent hummer

Who did she wrong?

She is the mother of a young guy

awaiting trials for until God knows when because he has no strong jury to buy.

she is the symphony of aloness

lost without no harmony of expression but depression.

She is the bride of the church bleeding daily at the gate that her

sons prides not without a watch!

Oh a a tear i feel for her;

even her lover fixed her teeth with his furry fit last night in bloody pool of fight was she left with a sorry feet.

The pain of a woman shattered and battered

The pain of a man hungered and frustrated...

Alas he broke he look!

The pain of a mother, the pain

of our children mining the street, the pain of a prisoner, the injury of a feminist. Even the all that has breath!

It is the prayer of one who clamours for

a voice to the voiceless

a home to the homeless and

a help to the helpless.

For here in this bruised heart is a path were the soundless exist

and voiceless quips;

"this is not my real face"!

What you see is not what I feel!

Inside out, it is a hell

in a veil!

Only the heart of heart can say

whilst the the wind blows astray.

She laments of a gold chain that you alone see but dead in the wounded soul is a load of an old pain..

The desire to conquer hunger roars

as she desperately seek to soar

yet no heart lifting tower!

Frustrated by the ones she dully elected,

she still is utterly dismantled by a war she never initiated nor participated.

for my beloved is betrayed by the ones she trusted,

the ones who wear rag, sag, brag and and still call it swag...

Not bold enough to challenge her eminence

She cruises good in the open but  her will dies in 

secret bruises where her face is so unreal.

she lost the courage to open up her name,

not bold 

enough to share her bottled up pain.

No love, only a hug

 that easily sweeps under the rug.

because she feels a tortured shame

The mighty voice whispers yet another...

I am Jesus!

I love you..

I was veiled in a hell

so you be well

in hells jail so you could sail well!

I took your thorn for a throne

Come sit close to me..

I am the rest you needed..

Am Jesus your saviour and Redeemer

no other mayor or seer!

Come and I will give you a new heart that never pants for pain.

I will calm your troubled breast

and give you an unflinching rest..

Oh that she may hear the heavens whisper.

The solemn call..for a great feast of fear and agony has stolen with tears her testimony.

May she rise with all her strength like the blind Barthimeus for indeed he was weary of a blinded face..

Oh son of David! Have mercy on me.....for this is not my real face..

unveil my sight from the hell in a veil...

He is Jesus! who healed his plight.

He is the love she bleed for.

The joy she desired but 

like a dog caged at it gates she lost her fate.

She represent endlessly those whose weary heart bleeds inside out with one extra face to seal up the other..

Those whose real pain is covered!

Again she cries

Inside out: 

what you see is not what I feel!

What I feel?

A hell unspoken of.

A hell in a cell of sins and pains.

A hell in a veil!

Awake oh giant for

for no man becomes a slave in his fathers house without his consent!

I bring sweet words from heaven.

A message of love and grace

like butterflies in my belly.

A melody to strengthen your heart

That she who was jiled in a hell by a veil be availed of his grace.

For as one imprisoned she was bailed with no jail terms by a loving Jesus!

That once again her voice be voiceful

Her home be hopeful and her

help be helpful.. 

That she be no a more symbol of a world in pain.

I bring you word from the depths,

let this be a light to waken you from your death; as 

Christ rose in his might

that you embrace his chest.

That  all weary vest be removed

and rest be given to the grieving heart.

Alas that the weary soul deep in her world be full of true smiles with no limes!

A blazing joy from the inside out with no zip to veil.

Behold she was veiled but no

more hell in a veil!

C.R  permission:

Orji Samuel Chimaobi

Pensword.com

www.orjisamuelchimaobi@gmail.com

Orjisammypen

www.penswordproject.blogspot.com.