I could feel myself reincarnate... Aryan Ashraf, 2021 I
I Could Feel Myself Reincarnate When the hand cuts skin and throat, and I am left down here to choke, and Flesh and bones are crushed to dry, but I am still allowed to fly, to Cry just like when I was born, to Care for those who aren’t my own, to Perish, anguish, languish, vanish, Make mistakes again, once more - An Action that will always last, an Action flowing ‘long with time, an Action that is cyclic, too... I Could feel me go back to you. I Could feel me return to you, the Me I used to love and be, too. I have fought this war, this war, and Killed a thousand lives before. One Hundred times, a hundred more, I Viewed my leaders wreck their force. I Tried to stop them, tried to reason, Tried to tell them what it’s for. I cared too much / cared too much / I did; But, of course, that’s not my purpose: Litigation’s not my role. My Only purpose is to fight. I’m Cannon fodder through the night. I want to die / want to live / to what?
