Knowing exactly what I'm going to do tomorrow, And the things that once excited me ...
Poems forever
By Emily Dickinson
There's a certain Slant of light,
Winter Afternoons –
That oppresses, like the Heft
Of Cathedral Tunes –
Heavenly Hurt, it gives us –
We can find no scar,
But internal difference –
Where the Meanings, are –
None may teach it – Any –
'Tis the seal Despair –
An imperial affliction
Sent us of the Air –
When it comes, the Landscape listens –
Shadows – hold their breath –
When it goes, 'tis like the Distance
On the look of Death –
By Muhammad Hamza Khan
Apparently I am ready to face any trial
There I was,
Lying in my bed,
Thinking:
If only
Somebody messaged me,
If only
My phone rang one more time,
If only
Somebody knocked on my door,
I wouldn't care who it was.
I'd just look them in the eyes
And tell them everything.
Tell them, for instance,
My life feels stuck in a Sisyphean loop:
I go to sleep at night,
Every single night,
Knowing exactly what I'm going to do tomorrow,
And the things that once excited me
Have now lost their edge.
Perhaps,
Maybe,
I have lost my edge.
I'd say to them,
Not knowing if I'm being too harsh on myself,
Or just really honest.
But,
Nobody
Sent a message.
Nobody
Called.
Nobody
Knocked on my door.
By Amna Ameer
Last night
My daughter fell
And braised both her knees
Crying at the top of her lungs
Both husband and I
Rushed to tell her
It won't hurt like this for long
Soon the wounds were clean
And she slept soundly
By morning she had no pain
And all the while
I was thinking
How as life passes
And the wounds are no longer visible
How few people see we're in pain
And there's no one to tell
That the ache won't last as long
It will only change us forever
It will make us the hurting kind
My heart breaks for the day
Her little innocent heart
Will have to learn
How to heal on its own
She will have to hold
Pieces of herself
And place them back together
No one, not even me
Will be able to make it better
Only time will teach her
How to move on
