- in the name of Allah -


somehow need to staunch this gash, find a means to control the flow, holding my guts in my hands, just a pen but when words are all that I am, being written disembowels whatever's inside, so I'm left barely breathing, barely a man. 

one gasp and stricken, this is the day where I wish nothing came out if I spoke, but from down within the trenches a void reigns so letters manage to choke, making handfuls of syllables in a crowd of anguish, vast solitude becoming to my goal a yoke. 

it's just a moment, then without trace it'll vanish, a present from fate though I never planned it, need to open the wrapping, thank Allah I'm still alive and able to stand it.