Dedicated to those who have been suffering from fits in my Country
Invisible, bound to dwell in a separate dim world of strange things,
Why possess human beings transforming them into ghosts and prisons
Where Strange games of fits, deliquium, howling images of black cats
And owls daily govern exposing to hallucinations, nakedness and death?
Dla, November 17, 2014
Jaafar Sadig el Waad
Copyright © Jaafar Sadig El Waad | Year Posted 2014
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