Describe Yourself In a Poem
I am the heartache in unopen love letters, that are not written in love. They are bathed in sadness.
I am a pawn in a game of chess, a move away from checkmate. A move more significant than my worth. My value more bigger than the move.
I am faith in a closed Holy book, buried in an abandoned temple. People come to Pray. They don't know how to pray. They still pray. They pray in the wrong language.
I am the city of lights, amidst a lockdown, empty streets. Not even a begger in site to come in
exchangé of a prayer.
I am myself and there is no explanation for that, i am myself in the infinty of existence.
I am myself, war and peace wrapped in aching bones.
I am myself but who are you?
Copyright © Iman Asif | Year Posted 2022
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