Like a walking dead, I haven't had a dream in a while
I am vain and have no enthusiasm

Like a clock without a hand, I spin aimlessly!
I am sitting on the mud like a whale, counting my breaths

I am like hail falling when a flower is blooming
I will stay with the eyes that remain open after death

Like a snake that has swallowed its tail
Like being dispossessed after coronation
Or similar to a king who is matted without a kish
Or it is like a leopard that sits and watches fish and dries up

Like you are lying in the wilderness
Like being confused by the smell of perfume
A taste under the tongue like being dumb
Like staring at a point in the dark

Like miles lost in the fog
Like laughing at yourself in the mirror
I got today locked in my calendar forever
I also threw away the leaves of tomorrow

The words have settled in my mind
The sentences in my mouth smell like the soil of the cemetery
The hand of the clock of my life is standing still
A simile tuned on a silent note

Tears have dried on my cheeks
The dirt sits on the face
My face is dry
My face is cracked

Every moment I see myself on the edge of an abyss
It's like I'm drawing a circle around me
I close my eyes
I look at the sky
And I stare at the ground

I jumped full of enthusiasm, but... my feet were standing against the direction of my standing
They are going backwards....something is pushing me back
I go back so far...that I fall on my shadow
This means that the dreamless life continues

And I remain a walking dead

© Hossein Keshavarz Amandi

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