Can’t end this story..

I sat on the warm tiles
As sun shone on my hair
Turning ebony
Into lithium
And touched my face
Pushed my eyelids shut
Gleaming
Scalding
My every pore
Every cell
But I don’t resist
One bit!
I don’t get up
I don’t try to lift
My resting spirit
For once
I want to bask
In this Arab sun
On the beige tiles
Of my terrace
My lids pushed shut
I sense someone
Kneeling down
Someone I can’t see
Can’t see losing
The dreadful battle of sanity
Or it will will be
The end of this story..

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