Goodbye
Goodbye hey you!
In front the blade of fear
My words so weak to pass,
through my throat.
I am afraid they'll grant you stigma
If I didn't mention your names
I have no light
While the movements of your shades
Flowing from stone to another
You who in front of me
Stumbled
Had let me down
The luck, the mind and
the heart which was lost
In deserts
I became! Afraid of dance,
Your voices are sharp and
Without my voice, my soul
Pours and drink the bitter in cup.
In my tears there are thorns,
Tingle my face and
There is no lap to calm.
Your hands are daggers
Your words hurt my lips.
Your faces fake and
My kisses become sour,
Bitter and sad
My lungs are lacking the air now,
Goodbye and au revoir
Copyright © Fatima Nusairat | Year Posted 2015
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