Withering.

Withering.

A Poem by Qaletaqa Hania

Am I fit to drive?
I’ve got a long road ahead of me.
Death is at my doorstep.

If I would open the gates;
It would flood the oceans.
A journey across vast waters.

Electric mayhem in my head;
Good thoughts made powerless.
I’ve lost count; where am I?

Among vile creatures.
What are they?
What am I?

Scream damnit!
Vocal cords torn;
Silent.

© 2015 Qaletaqa Hania


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Added on July 27, 2015
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