The Forgotten Me

There is a forgotten me in me The sound of rain in the gutter The satisfied passion that is obvious in me It is the desire of life and the thought of death A drunken song that was in the thought of dying Staring at the threshold of the door behind which there was no house The moments of life that were painful A house of hope that stared at the darkness The beautiful and velvet shirt I was wearing I was wearing a party dress of death You are the idol that I made with my frozen fingers in winter You are the same note that I played with my body in the crowd of the street The wide mouth of the field swallows me The fallen figure at the bottom of the cup of hemlock laughs at me My day begins without dawn My night slips into a sad sunset You are the purest irony of poetry Oh, you are the reddest verse of Ghazal You are the hottest memory of the anemone flower You are the most melodious poem in all horizons Again, me and the bitter hatred in the corner of the room Me again and hugging the knees in the corner of the room Head between my hands and staring at the vault Idle thoughts in my head, like falling into a swamp Again, me and loneliness and... getting lost in the dark Constant hallucinations like being confused and seeing yourself in my head Again, me and... the night and... my confused thoughts Again, me and.... the screams of death in my head It's me again and pain and pain... like the filling of a petal Talking about hoping... like a flower blooming in hail What should I do with this heart of my beard? What should I do with these pains in my head? What should I do with these bloody coughs? What should I do with this fire that you have thrown on my Farm? What should I do with this festering wound on my head? What should I do with this headache? If there is a solution for these or not, it is not a problem tell me without you... tell me tell me... what should I do??