Enshrouding Fallacy

I can’t control my insides
Inside of my abridged life
But I’ll accept that my insides are dead
Deadened by affinity
Attracted by anomalous love
Love that feeds on paprika sprinkled on augmented breasts

I won’t accept anything less
Less than me
Less than this narcissist that tells me he’s right 

I know he’s right
And I’m wrong
I’m wrong
As deadness hits thong

Slight aversion for this life

This life that keeps me crawling
Out of my insides
My blanching insides that devour themselves 

That know I’m wrong
How wrong to sing this song
Of God and us
No connection
No reflection
Just me and this song
No connection to what I write
Only what I wrong

This narcissist tells me of his life 

Of his wife
I am callous to his stories 

Callous to his life

Remaining egocentric 

Only caring about my own 

My own destroyed home

I delude this feeling with honesty
I don’t know
With honesty I can’t perceive
With honesty that yearns to deceive 

I’m effacing the lies

There is no truth
No tooth in which to decay
For forgiveness is what we pray 

Only to be deceived
Only to re-achieve

My guise of hate 

My internal love 

My covered date

Insides that are immaterial to me 

Immaterial to my insides 

Immutable damage in my lungs 

Impotent ways I fight for hate

I sing the trait
Traits of my fellow man 

Walking hand in hand 

In the sand
Of my father’s holy land

Insipid to my former ways 

My dues to pay
Can’t control my face 

Screaming obscenities 

Falling too late

My irreverent word
That nullifies what I heard
Fill my sheets with gold
On my head with immaculate hold

The odious way I graze my skin 

Olive is within my tainted skin 

God is on this bill
When I look down to cause a chill 

Of sanity spill

The plausible ways I relegate my childish days 

I can’t get away
I can’t be forced to stay
Trying to reprove my selfish ways

My hateful days

Lazy to the sound
Sound of children's heads hits the ground 

The martyrs you accolade
Those innocent homes you raid
Because you need to get paid
To get laid

Aggrieving my life
Killing my strife
Insides are dead
Insides are dead
As the bullet hits my child’s head 

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

You are a amazing writer. Your words hard and direct. Most people have no concern for the areas and people surrounded by war and hate. It will take a billion person walk someday. Rich men, contractors and hateful men don't care if child or adult. Powerful poetry. You make me think. Nadia. You are a amazing and talented writer.
Coyote

[Nadia Zahran]

Thank you so much for your feedback and for reading! :-)

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your work. I'm a Michigan writer also. Good to some talented folks from here writing and sharing your work. I bet. You are a amazing at verbal poetry. Your work is perfect for verbal poetry. Good to meet you.