The Notion of Life

A wave, a brief moment Meaningless, yet a torment. Reams of burnt poetry Streams of wasted tears. A room thick with smoking notions … full of choking emotions. It’s a draft of man’s life story Crammed with insane glory. I’ve stepped on that edge Tasted much of the noise- Screeching, scratching But never halting. Woven by the eternal spider Threatened by the moth, That settles on the heart, Stupefies, electrifies… Blocks, clogs, the keyhole of death And the notion of life. By Sumaya Khan