Treasure Island

Naveed Akram

(15 December 1973 / London, England)

Where Was I?


Where was I born? And now I am
A new repeated spirit of some behavior;
The disturbed house has been afraid
Of the felt minds and occupations.
Altering our initial requests
Is alarming and over-working,
To be made a thought of.

Crossing the threshold we clasp our hands
And absently loiter with dressings
And other clothes we shall wear.
The emotion of hysteria was felt
Within, the mind had troubled me enough.

A spare room was needed to ourselves,
Considerably the weeping was dying
And the diamonds sympathized with us.
Our images were wrecking the show
That was delivered to the world as a stunt.

Submitted: Sunday, November 18, 2012
Edited: Monday, November 19, 2012
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