Hypothermia: The Last Desire Poem by Atef Ayadi

Hypothermia: The Last Desire



I am facing my enemy.
The war is always a war.
My enemy is myself.
The rifle is waiting,
My mom is waiting,
The country is waiting,
The monks are waiting, and
Life is waiting
For
A complete winning
Without understanding or a conditional withdraw.

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