poetry

poetry by SamiraAugust 16, 2018August 17, 2018

Prose no more

When I was sick The words flowed In flowery prose Quick off my tongue With her sick There’s just words Stagnant in the air Trapped Without their phrases Clauses broken Hearts shattered Sacred words Alone

poetry by SamiraAugust 16, 2018August 17, 2018

Night

I only write poems at night While he snores But my heart beats too fast Too loud For sleep Or comfort Or hope I can hear the rain It calls me It wants to cleanse this broken heart I want to leave it broken See how much I can take Until the light resurfaces