Cheerless Air

This morning air slipped into my heart with
a somber spell; I inhaled displeasure
deep into the awe of my soul.

For instance, the world around me traveled
with a hushed pause that tugged my tears
in the course of a shy lump.

A breath coated down in the dumps,
as if born deep inside of me where
some misfortunes dwell still.

Blowing out the miserable temper I've
caught, a burst from my past dashes
infront of my eyes, drifting the last stem
of cheeriness I could have held for today.

Therefore I gathered my wretchedness,
stopped breathing and went back to sleep.
With my eyes, wide awake.

by: Rania Moallem