The Forgotten Me
There is a forgotten me in me
The sound of rain in the gutter
The satisfied passion that is obvious in me
It is the desire of life and the thought of death
A drunken song that was in the thought of dying
Staring at the threshold of the door behind which there was no house
The moments of life that were painful
A house of hope that stared at the darkness
The beautiful and velvet shirt I was wearing
I was wearing a party dress of death
You are the idol that I made with my frozen fingers in winter
You are the same note that I played with my body in the crowd of the street
The wide mouth of the field swallows me
The fallen figure at the bottom of the cup of hemlock laughs at me
My day begins without dawn
My night slips into a sad sunset
You are the purest irony of poetry
Oh, you are the reddest verse of Ghazal
You are the hottest memory of the anemone flower
You are the most melodious poem in all horizons
Again, me and the bitter hatred in the corner of the room
Me again and hugging the knees in the corner of the room
Head between my hands and staring at the vault
Idle thoughts in my head, like falling into a swamp
Again, me and loneliness and... getting lost in the dark
Constant hallucinations like being confused and seeing yourself in my head
Again, me and... the night and... my confused thoughts
Again, me and.... the screams of death in my head
It's me again and pain and pain... like the filling of a petal
Talking about hoping... like a flower blooming in hail
What should I do with this heart of my beard?
What should I do with these pains in my head?
What should I do with these bloody coughs?
What should I do with this fire that you have thrown on my Farm?
What should I do with this festering wound on my head?
What should I do with this headache?
If there is a solution for these or not, it is not a problem
tell me without you... tell me tell me... what should I do??
|