FOR THAT DAY, SOME DAY

By- Hanan Raqayya

You said yesterday,

like a whippoorwill in the depths of a tree branch

whispering in the dark and mumbling my fears

That you know me pretty well

that's why you could read me?

It echoes in my mind…

Is it true? Then why don't I believe you?

Why does every dream I enter,

Become a nightmare of my own?

Why is every conversation just another drawl of words,

like that flame spitting out embers while trying to reach its arms to the sky.

Why is this feeling so foreign

This benign thought, like I'm falling through abyss,

down a cliff

Sailing through a sea,

a treacherous one!

All the while

when I'm of no use to those around me …

Wishing, Hoping, praying that this will take me home

Finally when the stars go to sleep under a pile of broken wishes

and a once beautiful but dead and regretful lives.

I will get my meadow of sunflowers

holding full blooms some holding buds, looking, feeling divine in the sunlit sky.

I will run I will fall and then get up,

and when that sand grain hits

the bottom of the glass

will you be there, to see it?

I doubt it.

 

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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn

 

For it has always been a dream of mine

to run up those walls that keep me bottled up,

oppressing my cravings

Burying my regrets, in the closet.  

For that day, finally and for ever

I will let go.

 

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This poem has been published in the book 'The Last Flower Of Spring'. Buy the paperback copy on Amazon: https://tinyurl.com/y9sydnxn


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