Cringe

Nilou
August 29, 2005
iranian.com

With the very first tremble of my eyelids
The invasion of thoughts
I had so tactfully
Kept off my grounds,
Began
I winced
And wished
I‚d not awaken this morning
Marauding me of hope
Raiding me of the yearning
Leaving me nothing
But the throbbing of a thought:
Not to hope for
Not to hope for