There he is
the dust crawling under the sleeves
annoying the naive skin!
heavy steps laden with uncertainties
but surprisingly some water of faith left
in the bottle !
Look at him!
drunk from the life twist
so weak ..on his knees
Like Clay she dances around him
throwing those neat punches !
but the pain aint getting him sober
the eyes and lips are captured by
that garnished cocktail !
at that moment you wish
if it was just a bad dream
but hey it is life , 12 steps all the way !
no short cuts , no turning back , no sway
inch by inch closer to that hole everyday
so listen to the words from the bottle
Yes! sometime the tears will lose their way
to heal the wound !
yes sometimes no soft hands to put your cheeks on!
but there is your hand so take the mask off !
see the truth with us and put the shield on
coz you are born
in the bitter sweet journey!
close ur eyes
take the final step
wash up ur sins and pray !
Ismail A. Ali
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