By
Soodabeh Saeidnia
What I Can Do
It’s zero o’clock, the time I am able to do
what you have never thought about it
I can start talking to you and while
your smile is still unripe
bouncing your mind through a horrible gate
Then I change the center of attention
to those depressive senses of being
At the same time that you are thinking
of how I admire you, I can push you
inside the hell of blaming eyes
and you simply feel guilty
Moment after moment,
your understanding of your sin
is deeply etched into your soul
and you forget my presence
Starting to accuse your mind
While we are binging on your sin,
I stab a joy cake and you,
intoxicated by the scent of your bitter ego,
expose your consciousness
along with my conspiracy
Then you, like a poor deer
in paws of a formidable leopard,
accept the sentence, every sentence
that your ill mind explicitly finalizes
You become a volunteer
to execute your life
Now, It’s 25 o’clock
and I already left your body alone
while your soul is hardly breathing
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