February 2016 (3)

2 February 2016 at 23:21 (Poems/Poetry) (, , )

we share no passion for foreign languages
although a language helps to determine the accent
since we all communicate in English

anger is a fuel
mind’s contagion
infecting the flesh
for hell to spring in us
we simply cannot stop mourining
dead and gone
not even try to set the clock back
to before the loss
or keep it still for new losses not to occur

tomorrow may be better
maybe without breaking law
crying out of pain
whether future is a curse or a chance
could not be fully known
by a mankind with cold gunmetal
against the skin (18th September 2015)


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