Asadullah Khan - '

Twist the knife
now i hold my soul by the neck
It looks into my hollow eyes
Torture.... so sweet
breaking a finger
was that a thought?
aah...bend the back
shatter a bone
screening a wish away
Now a gentle smile
and i give up a dream..bleeding
not not
not again
I thought no more
i would feel
The leg bends in an odd way
and so what need of it
To stand?
soiling....humiliating
yet....a doubt
Look now the blood
looks thin
mixed up as i soiled
Than the hope is let go
Now
i still tighten my grip
'So what! ! '
cause i know, what you can give
I brace...
my grip tight
what does it search in me?
a broken body
bleeding
grasping at a breath..

Asadullah Khan

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