Wednesday, 13 September 2017

The dua

my pink tongue pierced
with a hateful thorn
my mind shattered
by my heart - so lovelorn.
the darkest corner of my room
also stores some gold
I crawl into that very abyss
with all the strength of a newborn foal
Halfway I trip
into a threadbare casket
the very death I feared
retreated like a sinful king
for a dua I whimpered
on my way to greed and dark lay
split the ceiling forth
and let calm touch my brain.

1 comment:

  1. UF brought me here :D ... very beautiful.Ma shaa Allah

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