Persona Poem by Quaid-Uz- Zaman
Persona
Some one is pulling off my ribs
one after another;
the bleeding is mine-
memories scattered here and there
hard to knit;
an image far away
always streaked in blood,
sighs,
sorrows,
and lamentations piling up
the sky enormous;
-blue and vacant
and as cool as ice
but still i feel the pulse
act
and dream
in a time pneumatic
hard and foul.
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