Not Anymore - Poem by Mohammad alKurdi
I cut my finger by a knife.
It bled and bled;
The blood was dark red.
I couldn’t feel it.
I couldn’t receive the pain—
Couldn’t have it cold or hot,
Or sense it warm or not.
I lost some abilities.
That I used to have some facilities.
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