What Belongs To Me – Poem

Let fate fade me awayFor I will be a forgotten being anywayIn the saturated sky of this lifeMay death be a sunny day And I will not be bashed, nor will I cryFor in this world, all dreams dieIn the silent hour of this timeSilently, I’ll bid goodbye And the coming storm may come closer

Relic – A Poem

Memories have turned crisp and brownBut remembrance illuminates themLike a faithful lamp, that won’tResign to the torment of autumn It has never been a crimeTo walk a road laiden with dead leavesTo brave the mourning wind of fallAnd to see in vintage and adore love’s death And now that this season has seen its saturation

Alharih – Poem

Too many prisons And one fragile heart There is a death waiting if I never try to flee And that same death waiting if I rebel my way out So shall I die a prisoner of a terrible thraldom Or shall I die a legatee of a kingdom as vast as my heart ©️Aaila

Blue Rhetoric – Not Just Words

It is so dark inside that sometimes when I choose a random spot around to stare at and estimate the length, distance or depth of this darkness, my eyes well up. Eyes well up as of exhausted with their search for a boundary to this growing darkness. Exhausted with doing a task that was never

It’s Hope – Words

It’s hopeThat defends a falling tearAnd hopeThat opens a collapsing throatAnd hopeThat arcs the tightly sealed lipsAnd hopeThat unclenches the petrified fistAnd hopeThat fights gravity for the legsAnd hopeThat saves a sinking heartAnd hopeThat lets out another breathJust hope. ©️Aaila