Memories Of A Flase Life Poem by menna magdy

Albeit my strength, I opted to let go.
I still feel my muscles stretched tight.
Smell my abrasions of something once called skin.
And salty I feel my mouth has become
through cracks of that petrified rock within.

Endless sweats evaporating from my heat,
But I shan't dry out nor rot, nay.
For they to condense as reaching my cage of bones.
Into a black hole, encompassed by stars one day,
shall find rest, where no existence shall be.

But for that barren waste remains no hope
Nor remains a leaf nor a seed to grow.
still, I remain a winner in this fight.
though I don't stand tall,
Shall not bent, my might.

If a shape of 'U' is what my back has chosen, but to take,
A shape of you has no choice to take, but my back then
As I am leaving to my eternal rest.
Salvage from the rack, back to the nest.

Shall find my strength.
My might shall not be fenced.
In the endless sweet
I shall grow.
But first I must let go.