Demons
Demons
Here, far away from East
Bowed down in comfort chair
Elbows anchored to the knees
Hands couching head and hair
There, far away from West,
Now in the clench of dark.
Heavy against horizon’s chest,
Mourning silhouettes, stark.
Lights extinguished by hate
Burning out one by one
Exhaustion smothering wait
Dreams will not see the sun
Copyright © Amanullah Khan | Year Posted 2020
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