Kash Baloch — Poetry on Identity, Love, and Survival

Broken by the memories that haunt my conscious state, I curse the Gods in misery for my dreaded fate. I tried to grow, and be positive, but this love has only transformed into hate, you were sadly the one that I had mistaken for my soul's true mate. I yearn to feel your hands wrapped up in my own, and crave to feel the softness of your lips that so often reminded me of home. I long to smell the scent, the fragrance of your own cologne, and still desire to see the beauty and majesty that line the streets of Rome. I want to travel around the world with you and taste all of its exotic foods, I need to relive and hear the melody of our joyous étude. I wish upon the stars up high that one day we will see, the canals in Venice and then take the train to Germany. I can still taste you on my tongue although your memory is quickly fading away, please come back and fill my world with colour again; take away the greys. I feel the coarse and rough remorse that stabs me, jag...

Watch my handstands, take in my magic tricks, as you play your last hand, I am no longer transfixed. I stood idly by as you stole all my sheep, turned them into your own, and then resold them for dirt cheap. You sit on your throne, like the king that created change, yet you initiated nothing, you're only the king of all things deranged. I am a star in my very own right, I do not need to spread my wings in order to take flight. I was born to win, paid the cost to be the best. Watch my sun rise, and then set in the west. I am a sure thing, consistency resides within me, you are hit or miss, living in your world of childish self-pity. Your city's been conquered repeatedly like Bahrain, I made ruthlessness my friend stopping at no end to ensure the pain you inflicted would be felt by you again. Vindictive in my own right as I stripped you of your sight, made you crawl around in the dark, then ignited the spark that burned you alive like Joan of Arc. Your ship...

Now that your cards have been dealt, I wish you well as I watch the acidic rain pour down on you as you painfully melt. Inspired although you left much to be desired, your layers peel away to reveal the ugliness of you that cut like barbed wire. Your time has run out along with your fifteen minutes of lame, you tried to play me but I beat you at your own foolish game. I have regained my strength and rebuilt the walls that you broke down; I have conquered armies and watched them fall only to re-earn my crown. Some say there is power in numbers but I learnt to stand and hold my own alone. I created a monster out of you, but just wait until you're punished when I return to my throne. You had me fooled as I believed I had caught a falling star, you were the weakest of my conquests and the easiest by far. I smile spitefully as I watch you lay blindly upon your bed of lies, feel renewed and splendid as you near your dear demise. What made you think that I was even in...