Niro

Obsession over strangers. Fixating on one person in a crowd of thousands for reasons you're not entirely sure of.

 Niro 50

Halfway between a prisoner and a recruit,

inside some bizarre army of cowards.

Lambs being led towards wicked, grinding, blades.

And she, she who could be as I, -still-

and so full of mystery yet.

She who captures my intrigue.

I wish to press your glass figure backwards,

to watch it fall and shatter.
I wish to play in the pieces until

my hands are stained red.

When I know the shards well:
I wish to rebuild you, 

and bask in the shadow of

your new, crimson, form.

16/09/13

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[Sami Khalil]

"She who captures my intrigue.



I wish to press your glass figure backwards,

to watch it fall and shatter.
I wish to play in the pieces until

my hands are stained red.




When I know the shards well:
I wish to rebuild you,

and bask in the shadow of

your new, crimson, form."

A very good poem. I like the ending the most...:)...................

[Abyrdun]

Thanks very much! Glad you enjoyed it! Your feedback is greatly appreciated and always welcome.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure...:)..................