I WAS BORN DEAD

Satinder Kaur

 

 

I was born dead 

Or 

I was born in a dead place 

Where humans exist 

But with fake masks on the same version of them 

With dead empty souls

And heart filled with purple blue blood

Eyes seeing you as a memory

Memory of old crime against humanity,

 

I was born dead 

Where humanity stayed 

No longer than a second

Where the dead souls 

Were walking down the arcade

To get a new fresh skin 

Plastic heart beats and 

Lame betraying smiles

 

I was born dead 

When the final bad fantasy come true

The moment I felt the 

Terror in my own eyes and 

ears ringing with alarm to run as fast as I can 

But 

Watching the death approaching me 

On two different paths 

Walking slowly 

I felt my skin was burning fire

My rescue was impossible,

Just hearing the death

Calling my name

The acidic tone

Filled with venom,

 

I was born dead 

When I felt air left 

My lungs for forever

The screaming and shouting

Nothing stopped the death 

To stop it's deadly torture on my mind

 

I was born dead 

When my eyes become heavy

When I was drifting in long peaceful

Sleep 

Darkness filled my vision

The lane of death 

I see next to me 

The mystified long lost walk 

Where now I was supposed to

Walk down the aisle

To marry my own death for 

Forever 

 

Ain't it's funny to think 

I saw my life being taken from me 

What I did was plead with my hands 

But nothing helped me to get away from the same torture,

 

I was born dead 

Or 

I was born in a dead place

Where the colour of the skin 

Matters more than life 

More than the hardwork

Where humans selling the 

Humanity on high stakes 

To regain the lost power of the mystified

World

Where hearts were already dead 

 

But in end 

I guess I was born again

Fresh and new

But after I died peacefully

Or 

Just simply I died 

To live my life fully 

 

BY : SATINDER KAUR 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Satinder Kaur (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 8th, 2021 11:15
  • Comment from author about the poem: I WAS BORN DEAD is written for late George Floyd who was killed brutally. This poem tells the impacting last feeling of him seeing his death approaching him and what he felt when he was dying , the final thoughts.
  • Category: Surrealist
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