- in the name of Allah -


~
what story can I tell,
what truth can I reflect,
with but a hardened heart of stone, 
that I cannot risk to melt? 

all around, all about, in every breath,
waiting inside of every sound,
with each a pound of salt, or seed of doubt
that what awaits is laced not by regret. 

to be human means to be in pain, 
in endless cycles of agony and bliss,
falling off each other, like spokes on a wheel,
of a bike lead off its cliff.

tendrils of yesterday sought me again today,
old familiars, that wanted in my present to stay.
but in my hotel of sanity, only bed for one exists, 
a bed I made, to sleep in it I in perpetuity persist. 

people give me no solace, not even an inkling of release, 
their shades all colored by travails, and my cash register
being one that simply cannot give a single peace.

every soul in whom I see, every pair of eyes that peek in mine,
only delve further questions, from a well of tears long since dried.

their comforts and commiseries are alien to my comprehension,
their perspectives the same as unintelligible signing, 
shown behind frosted glass as ships in space at warp-speed flying,
while I stand frozen still, the world abuzz passing me by.
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