Mohammad alKurdi

Rookie - 89 Points (March-23-1986 / Aleppo; Syria)

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 cried.
I lost some abilities.
I died
That I used to have some facilities.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 23, 2010

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