IMPOSSIBLE!
My
flesh is not my own
It’s
for the termites
My
life is not my own
I
borrowed it from my maker
And
would give it back in due time.
All
I have is my soul
And
if life would be kind enough
And
wouldn’t make me probe
Deep
beneath the hearts
That
are actually not mine
Before
I walk away
That
would be much less painful.
For
I have nothing now
Not
even a heart
All
I have is my soul, mine only soul
And
I can’t give that too away
I
will be left with nothing,
And
live in the world of nothingness.
The only valuable property I’m left with
And
I’m sorry I cannot will it out
For
it’s too valuable.
So
go away with the one you have now
For
it’s impossible!
Be
content, for at least
I have
given you my only heart
And
it’s still beating even out of my chest.
---Fampah
Coyish---
© By Fampah
Coyish-Awoken By Poems 2014
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