My Restlessness

In my dimensions

I crawl, walk and run.

With this restlessness,

My every breath

Inhales these suspended

Fumes and ash, I feel

My throat and lungs

Are getting shot with rusted

Nails piercing through

My ribs, with the slightest

Touch of corrosive pegs

With the red wine inside

This horrid beating thing

Infused a spark, and the smoke

Started and begets the

Beads of my thoughts, I can't

Douse off this fire, it

Wrapped my existence

I'm covered in the tufts

Of smoke and with the

Spell of this aromatic smell

Of my charred skin is shaking my soul

I squirm in tribulation,

My nails are grating the ground

I'm being taken away,

My mouth is stitched.

Blood and broth is seeping out

Through my muscles and bones,

With this bullet-ridden

Body, I lie half-dead,

I was showered with twenty-five kicks

And within no time I found

Myself flying without any

Wings, I felt my bones

Cracked and they made a rustle

Once I touched the

Red clay and next to me,

The gifts of spring had

Blossomed and they rinsed

My bloodied face with

A cold and fresh sprinkles of hope,

The breezes took away the

The scent of my blood

Reached far away, in my

Oppressors home.