Grudge Poem by Moahammad Maleki

Grudge



Oh
Do not take ominous grudge against me
I was not dead
I was just tired of everything
My voice bore a kind of saturnine resonance

Snort of horror oozed out of my blistery tongue
Oh, a fatigue sound

Neither
proclivity toward death
Nor
Temptation toward grave

Sunday, April 16, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: death
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