a passion
held within
the soil of my
feelings screams
a fatiah
i recite
bismillah
irahman ir
rahim
wet moist
with tears
flowers seem
subtle sorrow
a borrowed
tomorrow
poetic pause
supreme
deleted dreams
i try to redeem
inundated with
poison in my
bloodstream
limbless structure
holds the silhouette
of my self esteem
broken wings
flapping feathers
my fate blaspheme
Tuesday, November 1, 2011
The Grave of My Deleted Dreams
