Seems I have lost a language
so I couldn’t walk in the crowd
and I couldn’t lift my head
to read your eyes
seems it is an unhealable wound
tears falling out of the fingers of mine
in a moment of
as a rushing river
or as a shot by an invisible gun
like an arm like broken wing
its up, and down
Seems it is not a loss of an expression
but something unknown
unknown of alienation
burnt out of inside dark
there or, not there
a candle dwindling in its expiring
with pale with no hope
with flaws with forever incurable
with darkness and without salvation
Will I forever be expelled out of your world like Israelites
and there is no word to spell its own genuineness
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