11 May 2015

Do you know me? I don't think so...


اَلسَّلَام عَلَيْكُم وَرَحْمَة اللهِ وَبَرَكَا تُهُ

I would write it down if I could.
But I cannot. For no words can capture what I mean to say.

And for that...
Those words remain on the verge of my lips.
And as long as doubt strangles me,
I stay on this path
of silence.

I would tell it if I could.
But I cannot. For no words can capture what I mean to say.

And for that...
These words get pushed further down.
And as long as fear has a hold on me,
I stay rooted
in space.

I would show if I could.
But I will not. For no actions can undo what I've done.

And for that...
You get half-a-broken-man.
And as long as I continue sinking,
I stay my hand
from swimming to the surface.
And let the depths wash over me,
so no one can see the tears,
as I fall back
to the bottom.


-16 Nov 2014-

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