I've become somebody’s something which I always fail to detail.

Bail me out of the prison I live in I beg...,
My hand write not what my heart desires, But
what he who's in me speaks
as
he sneaks in me through the untrue being I call myself.

My mind no longer dine with me as it has neglected me for that which I fail to name nor tame...,

A game I tell myself..., But
it never seizes to come to an end
as
I spend countless nights writing you the words you read.

Feed on these words as food for thought I insist...,

Resist your stubbornness and flow with the words I feed you as my heart bleeds.
© abdullahgofa