Rameen Asif
The King's Howl
His tormented screams vibrated
off the walls
cried, of anguish, of sorrow and a shattered soul.
Each step weakening his already dead heart,
staggering like an old beggar, as if he could beg his
regrets away.
His maddening grief stricken wild eyes full of
heart break,
and anger gritted teeth.
His filthy hair, torn robes and an image of
a hollowed out man,
carrying his dead heart in his arms,
and as he howled his anguish,
outside,
the screams of the winds howled
with him.
For Shakespeare's Lear