RussianA Poem by M.KilaniCold inside slow the heart beats Body shivers, shaking a jacket of skin And the heart beats slowly within And it’s not the weather It’s not that cold And it’s not me, getting old My fingers crawling All I think is roulette Vodka and a cigarette Can’t reach my gun Can’t change my mind I won’t stand down Cracked lips on a leather coat Red blood runs on the snow If I’m gone now, who would ever know Bullet made of gold Lies at my barrel Last I read “made in A Kalashnikov ends my suffering Though my gun is pointed at my head Bang!! He shoots, spares me a bullet “Thank you” I said. © 2010 M.KilaniAuthor's Note
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