Afterlife
The final breath claws at my lungs
With the final sight of golden tears
All I now see is darkness like none
And silence that could deafen a dead man's fears
Images of my living hover right by
Happiness, gloom, everything I'd gone through
They're unlike those that spark reminiscence
Rather those to sing a solemn requiem to
And soon I forget every inch of myself
My name, what I am, everything I hold dear
All that remains is my tongue
As I linger in an abyss unfamiliar
With no warning or a signal
A shaft of blinding light impales
I hear cheers, I hear an applause
Beckoning me into their entrails
All that remained was my tongue
Until I beheld a scene I'd seen before
What more could I do than cry at my loss:
"It's a boy!" someone said and I knew nothing more
Copyright © Fareeha Fareej Mohamed | Year Posted 2023
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