Sunday, May 25, 2014

Poem: It happened (May 25, 2014)

It happened
and, it happens
will it go on?
Take or leave
like a bite
when I don’t really want to eat
So many are starving
Do I see? But,
I see a long white empty corridor-
in a hospital, perhaps-
A doctor comes to me
that I am finally dead
Maybe, the doctor was my father, saying-
Nothing to worry anymore-
Your life is perfected now-
Then, I finally feel better!
Now, I am intangible and
I am finally ready to love!
But, let me apologize
until now
my heart was defect
Now it became normal
like the one of a good woman
No one needs to try to
love me.
You became free from me!
May 25, 2014

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