by Maher   Feb 16, 2020

In the dark, things grow so old.
With no warmth to be felt,
our ally is the cold.
Shadows whisper coloured shards.
In every tongue, they pierce
and never miss their mark.

Just like the thunderclaps of war,
here lies a fissure in the wall;
it's creeping.
We taste it's havoc in our bones.
It's cracks run deep yet we prepone
our dreaming.

Starlight falls upon the blind.
Distractions eat away
the simplest of sight.
Mirrored shadows ramble on.
Their rumors flood the world
like raindrops in a storm.

Just like the days not long before,
there hides a fissure in us all;
we're breaking.
We reap the havoc that we sow.
The roots run deep yet we've disposed
of feelings.


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  • 3 months ago

    by Brenda

    This is awesome Maher! I truly enjoy your pieces.

    • 3 months ago

      by Maher

      Thanks Brenda, glad you enjoyed it :)