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
a hero
a gladiator
a human
in the bitter sweet journey!
and now
close ur eyes
take the final step
wash up ur sins and pray !
Ismail A. Ali
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