Infinite Anguish

by Rania Moallem   Jan 6, 2021


Your face burns, in stillness,
outside my winter lane.
Stunned,
like a scorching sun in some April..
Oh how the grey clouds
bypass your roots of color
and how your faint wraith
races to hide in my vehement shadow.
I see you whole
from a turbulent haunting history,
as I stand fractured,
full of truth
in my flawed poetry.

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  • 1 month ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    As Ben said, so much imagery here. The emotional contrast of inner heat/anger presented on a calm/reserved/cold exterior came to mind. There are some people that have these inner cores that they hide, for fear of showing themselves in a less favourable light. There are perceptive people, usually someone close, someone open of heart, who can see through this mask, see the truth that lies within. But there's a cost, isn't there?

    Nicely written, Rania.

    • 1 month ago

      by Rania Moallem

      Thank you Mr Darcy! Appreciate your thorough reading <3

  • 1 month ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Overflowing with imagery. Excellent stuff, Rania.

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