The Sting

Its about the pain that stagnate within the soul.

The night settled all over me
The turbulence started reining me
Then my eyes reddened with sore
The light started fading with ache

The piercing pain spread down the spine
Through the column where life em place
Crawling like venom filled scorpion

Chilling the muscles down to my shin

The scorpion spreads its pincers wide
The sting steadied for inflicting twinge
The sweetness of pain, long waited for
Then will slowly spread through the blur

It stung me hard with passion and love
It chilled me like an icicle struck rude
The shrill aroused my frozen muscles
Then awakened the dormant vessels

A drop of tear trickled on the lips
And tasted the salt like nectar of gods
The breath which held my turbulent mind
That let the passions of life unwind.

Author's Note

Please help me improve..Thanks in advance...

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem is amazing. I like the use of the sting to create desire and passion. Honor for me to read your poetry. A old soldier myself. You led the reader with great skill into a interesting tale in the poem. Thank you for sharing the excellent poetry.
Coyote

[Pradeep Nair]

Thanks a lot dear sir, for your encouraging words.....

[yusuf]

excellent imagery! enjoyed!

[Pradeep Nair]

thanks a lot.

[Balkaran Sidhu]

very nice... loved the last stanza particularly

[Pradeep Nair]

Thanks a lot

[DIVYA]

Wow! This is such a striking poem. The scorpion's sting of passionate love. The forbidden becomes welcome. So well conveyed. My compliments again.

[Pradeep Nair]

Thanks a lot....... thank you..