tell me of your hurt, father
caused by my deceit
and cunning
so I can erase your pain
I cannot sleep anymore
without imagining the barbed wires
stinging you
and a devil consuming
your blood.
Your blood is me.
I was a lie then.
I hurt you.
you took me into your arms, yet
you loved a daughter who was worse than death.
tell me of your pain, father
I need to know.
let the barbed wires sting me too.
the past needs to be put to rest
and we both need some sleep.
- By UmmeAaiman dated 8th December 2007
