The Platform

I feel I’m dying but I keep being alive
My blood circulates into my veins
My heart is on rhythmic beats
Somehow my soul decaying while I’m being alive
The time is ticking on me
The aging signs are beyond the meet of the eyes
Somehow it strikes my soul
Bleeding to death without traces of blood
I feel like screaming but I remain in my solitude silence
Allowing this soul to embrace more pain
I’m watching it falling in weakness
Whining as it stumbles
On platform of dying

Whispering against unbearable pain as it takes the final breath of life

2005, Nasra Al Adawi