Forget Me Poem by nader baheri

Forget me, it’s time to go
Forget me, it’s time to get used to myself

If the wall of love stands in front of me
No, neither love is in front of myself

Forget me that in the secret of your eyes
No, I can not say even “NO” to myself

Release me in the emptiness, collapsing freely
Then I can fly, it s time to open the wings of myself

At dawns, in the time of secret, need and pray
In the depth of spirit, its time to rehearsing myself

Broke, the mirror which showed the picture of me
Let it be broken; I don’t have courage to look at me, myself

The pattern on a piece of paper is like a poem
No one will read it, time to blacken poems of myself

The voice remained in my throat, dried
The moment is past, it ‘s time to wet the voice of myself

In front of me, my life, as short as this moment
Back of me is the whole past of myself

Forget me. I will also be forgotten; time
Is the ashes remained from burning of myself