The Finger Poem by Saman Shahraki

The Finger



It is snowing from four corners
I am in a dream
And it's walking in my boners
Waiting for the clock to bark
And my eyes in a dish and
The window is showing dark
An old tree is caressing my head
My smile is reversed
And my throat is like winter wind
This shadow on the wall
Told me the exact truth
People behind the sun
Are killing me with no proof
I pick up a knife
He has worn a sock on his head
I see in danger, my life
Now I've wounded him with my big knife
It's still snowing…
Not a good dressing of wound for his life
Two meters deep out of the city
A man is dead beside my boots
trees are looking me like a silly
I've buried with him, my finger
And i poured some snow in tomb
Now I'm behind a glass, single
This shadow on the wall
Told me the exact truth
People behind the sun
Are killing me with no proof
Now clock is barking
And the window shows me
I am my own soul
And i see my finger on wall!

Sunday, September 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: death,hate,pain,sad
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