Pillars

 

The Shell:
Pillars of rocks constructed by pioneers
Arches of stone leaning to meet their peers
Crystal and gold are the hanging chandeliers

The Real :
My back is arched and my limbs are stoned
I'm left leaning on nothing and my peers abandoned
A pillar for others and all what is mine should be adjourned
Hanging by my neck with a crystal rope and my dreams are auctioned
Words of poison spreading through my veins only to get me awakened
Words that slit like a knife and makes a sibling get disowned
Yet I should shut the fuck up and hell to me is adorned.

Ali Kassem

 

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