Oedipus Poem by samer manzoor

O Oedipus
Let's hate me and call me the unfortunate one,
envied my soul, grave and make subordinate fun,
mock my blindness and cry on my ears,
shrieken the world by your giggle and cheers,
seal my sound and cold my heated eyes,
so the dreadful beating can't approach the rise,
i'm the murderer of my own loving soul,
take me to altar hang my body and then roll
this defilement must take my life,
dark, dark n darkness agent like a knife,
me who the stranger to the crime,
now the criminal of all, reaches to the prime,

by samer manzoor