Seasonal Heartbreaks
Seasonal heartbreaks
Rule my what-if’s
My senses sacked with a soothing solitude
A pain so intoxicating I fly high with gratitude
You will come around with a scarred arc
I will try everything to leave a blissful mark
I think my rage is enticing
It commands my being
Until I bury the thoughts I once feared
Soon in the era of enlightenment we would find the unfortunate
Begging to be heard amidst the lost fates
Copyright © Zainab Asim | Year Posted 2023
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