Treasure Island

Ameed Taha


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The earth I walk, is where my hatred does stalk.
Further I drown in the dark, looking for a mere spark.

To hatred my heart is a mold, bearing it not to unfold.
Frozen my heart in cold, as it's completely nulled.

This life is nothing but an empty field, where grew only weed.
Where even the sun does bleed, as our needs we can no longer feed.
Only one defense I wield, my hatred and loneliness as my shield.

My origin I did forsake, as it's worthless and fake.
Love and warmth I rake, closest and strongest of bonds I break.

Frozen I lie there, losing the will and urge to bear.
With hatred I have an affair, to life I give up and blare.

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

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