An aching heart that used to be chipper,
Scares and close calls, less a shiver.
Patter of feet, once more heard,
Remind of what is important and calm all jitter.
An unexpected turn, a swerve off the line,
Proclamations claiming all will be fine.
What follows next, nobody really knows.
Hope on one table we all once again dine.
A chase ensued for a tickle,
Such would've continued if it hadn't been for this pickle
Oh how I miss this seemingly simple act
Endless joy and constant wiggle,
Now reduced to a teary trickle.
An uncertain future marks a quiver,
The harm dealt leaves the taste bitter.
Take refuge in memories and endless prayers
Hope Allah will justice deliver;
Hope to calm this heart that weeps a river.
The Haunting of Loneliness
The haunting of loneliness; a fear that I never really thought about all my life. I never considered it. Always took it for granted. Arguably, rightly so. Arguable, because, maybe if I was conscious of it, I would not have had all the experiences, wild, adventurous and unpredictable that I …
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