Hiding Truths | Ilsa Shafi

A world like this, that I never intended

Never intended to see 

To witness 

To feel

And now suddenly; am among those

Who feel free, in the little space of cage

And cherish that breath-

And every new one

With that same old sigh

Of killing myself, or getting killed by;

By the murderers whom I hug today,

And get myself kissed by.

O’ Myself, do I know thy intentions? 

Nor do you, nor do they themselves.

They jus pass by, tearing and hugging 

Souls apart.

And then vanish, somewhere I don’t want to.