Death Spared Me - Poem by Yahya Adada
Death spared me, though I died.
Don’t care when,
Don’t know why,
I just expired before time.
I woke up in a grey factory basement
Old, damp and cold.
filled with moans of lonely souls.
I am here for a virtual one night stand
In real life I cannot stand
But I stayed, I wanted more.
Not the sex, more of that,
I cannot put my finger on it yet.
My profile is sincere but not real,
Not now not this time..
I am empty Now,
I emptied the identities around me,
it is so lonely but safe and secure.
Life could not tame me,
I couldn’t restrain her for sure.
We touched many times
looked each other in the eyes
Hers were sad mine were vague.
We turned around, went separate way.
She looked back to see if am still alive,
My perpetual sadness shielded me,
As it always does, from her confident gaze.
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