Cold breezes sneak at night
Surprise my laid body
Through the small curves of my blanket
They sting as the unhappy truth
Afraid to move and lose it all
Afraid of keeping my place until tomorrow
That may never come
And whose sun's color may change
Into an unseen glow
Into a deep sorrow
Into a deceiving fellow
And the sunlight becomes
A scapgoat of humanity
A scapgoat of our brutality
A scapgoat of our mentality
Now that the sun's gone away
All that's left there for me
Are the elements of my tragedy:
Hollowness, anger, Pain...That is killing me.
Abdelmajid Seghir
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-died-the-day-i-killed-you-truth/
