by Hirra Sultan
I slept
For a while
Till I was calm
But upon waking up
My mind replayed it
Over and over again
I was tired of thinking:
Living the pain
Over and again!
Yet the pain wouldn’t dull
And the words
Would still sting sharp
My eyes swollen…
It was the worst
A storm could get
And it poured
Poured
And poured…
But
Nobody could see
An end
And it killed me
Over again:
That pain of a lost childhood!
