Treasure Island

Abdul Wahab


Dead soul walking


I see a spot, a red one
On the way I stop but
I did it again and it turns
Into deep red like the cells
Of dead blood, like Adam
I am in trap, enticed,
Hypnotized with full sense
Look back to it, it burns down
To black, I am walking but
Beware of me; I am with a soul,
Dead, I realized before my death
I am lucky, I get back my slate white.

Submitted: Monday, April 22, 2013
Edited: Friday, September 27, 2013

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