I'm not a poet.
I do not write poetry.
There is only word: solidarity.
No sunshine, but deep darkness
Nothing poesy, only some Misty verses
Unclear feelings, Dusty emotions
Broken dreams and daffy creations
And some of my stupid imagination
A boring story of life and relation
A graph of the pain and colour of the tear
That's it. Nothing more, my dear.
Shadow of Hell: A glimpse of a cruel world
Incomplete sentence and peculiar word
no good definition, no good characterization
There are Some uneven lines without coordination.
the smell of wounds and unpleasant phrases
with Rancid fragrance, some faded, dry roses
death
of my soul, like the crucifixion of Jesus
Nothing poesy, only some Misty verses
Nothing poesy, only some Misty verses
-Zaki Ansari @zakiashkim
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