Passing By Poem by Suhel Akram

Submerged in pain of betrayal,
punishment of no mistakes,
ignored for no reasons,
left for someone in seasons,
Hey look at me, its me here.
sitting in the dark corner,
down the town in the central park,
near the dump where nobody walk,
bleeding all thorough in the wounds,
half fresh and half old,
thinking the time i had,
submitting myself to you,
why has it to be me?
who get all the worsts,
why has it to be me?
who is left with nothing,
neither the hopes of the past,
nor the dreams of the future,
neither the friends, nor the parents,
nor the brothers and the sisters,
neither relatives nor enemies,
and not even heaven my deem.
all left with me is,
flesh washing down bones,
bones grinding to powdered dust,
heart burning to ashes,
and blood drying in veins,
mind out of the brain,
brain slipping skulls,
soul getting extracted by,
the demons of night,
going to a place alone,
far beyond heaven and the hells,
in a place where nothing exist,
not even me and nor myself,