Poetic Death Poem by Ida Mustazir

To exit from fool's paradise, and be rustic
Forceful awakening feels so unrealistic
It feels comfortable to find that you're a dumb
I will laugh until the wind chills my gum

As I lie back, obsessions are slain
Like the illicit holy saints' chain
Not too faithful I pierce my skin and dig my trench
And survive not long before I broke my branch

Why do I have to share your tragic fall
Oh who do you wish for when you fall
Hang steadily when you are zealous
So nothing's worth end jealous

A space float outside my window
I will follow wherever you may go
Why don't you be my lover still
With a not very holy grail to fill

justify all means
and stream my tears
love deserves a poetic death

22 September 2009
E.