Lo! here I tell you how I bled

from dawn to dusk, until I was dead.

 

A cut from my beloved, on my neck

On the very day, when I confessed.

 

A wound made, by so sharp a knife

fashioned from pieces of my shattered life.

 

An inch too deep to clog with blood

Forget the tender bandages of love.

 

A darkness that slowly grew over me

As he walked away, mercilessly.

 

I lay there, waiting for his return, in vain

somehow making a tryst with pain.

 

But as the sun slowly gave up on me

Leaving me stripped of its warm sympathy

 

I closed my eyes and let out my last breath

to be finally carried in the arms of death.

 

-Iflah Laraib

 

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