I vow to mend this broken land,
To lift the weary, guide their hand.
Till sorrow’s chains are torn away,
And every soul finds light of day.
No death shall fall in shadows deep,
No dream be lost, no heart shall weep.
For joy shall crown the human race,
With laughter bright in every face.
And if I fade, erased, unknown,
No grave, no name, no mark, no stone—
Still let my vow in silence sing:
I fought for them, though I was nothing.
If gods stand high, I’ll make them see,
If fate resists, it bends to me.
Though I be gone, my will shall stay,
A flame to light humanity’s way.
–S. Yusuf
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:24 AM UTC
I’m not sad anymore—
just empty.
Like a candle that forgot what it means to burn.
Every time I try to start again,
the world reminds me I shouldn’t have.
It crushes what’s left,
and calls it fate.
I don’t pray.
I don’t curse.
There’s no god left to beg,
no devil left to blame.
Just me,
a hollow shell of what used to care,
drifting through days that all look the same.
Even the pain’s grown quiet,
like it’s tired of me too.
I don’t want to fix it anymore.
I just want it to stop.
–S. Yusuf
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:23 AM UTC
God is so cruel, I whisper to the night,
My prayers hang heavy, lost in flight.
I got no response, not even a sign,
Just echoes of sorrow that once were divine.
Where is He? I looked up to heavens high,
But only cold stars watched me cry.
People dying, dreams turned to dust,
And still, we kneel… still, we trust.
The voices fade in the smoke and the rain,
Calling His name again and again.
But maybe His silence is part of the test—
Or maybe He’s gone, just like the rest.
–S. Yusuf
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:21 AM UTC
I want to love you,
but the world has written us in red.
Our banners clash, our names are curses,
yet when I see you, the storm inside me stills.
I love you,
not in secret, but in silence.
Each breath I take feels borrowed,
each thought of you a sin I gladly repeat.
But I can’t love you.
Not when every heartbeat sounds like treason,
not when your sword bears your kingdom’s crest
and mine drips with your father’s blood.
I wish you’d know that,
that every time our blades met,
I wasn’t trying to win,
I was trying to stay near you a moment longer.
I wish you’d love me,
not as a soldier, not as an enemy,
but as the fool who knelt before you
long before the battle ever began.
I wish there was no war,
no crowns, no gods, no orders to obey,
only you and me
and the soft peace I never found.
I wish you weren’t my enemy.
Because when your blade pierces through my chest,
I don’t fight back. I don’t move.
I only whisper, I wish I could be with you.
And as the light fades,
you don’t see my smile through the blood.
But it’s there, faint and real,
because dying by your hand
was the closest I’d ever come to holding you.
–S. Yusuf
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:20 AM UTC
The flames may burn, yet I don't flinch,
The pain recedes, inch by inch.
My body bleeds, but I don't complain,
For I feel no sorrow, no trace of pain.
My thoughts drift, fragile, undone,
Like shadows fading beneath the sun.
What was I feeling? I can't define–
The world dissolves, yet your smile is mine.
Even as silence swallows in the air,
Your laughter lingers, warm and rare.
If nothing remains, If all turns blue,
Let the last thing I hold... Be you.
–S. Yusuf
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:19 AM UTC
The days may pass, the seasons may flow,
Yet pieces of you still softly glow.
In laughter once shared, in stories retold,
A Bond unbroken, more precious than gold.
The night may fall, the stars may fade,
But echoes remain of the joy we made.
Through distance and time, the truth will not bend,
You'll always be with me, my dear friend.
And when I wander through silence deep,
Your memory stirs, it will not sleep.
No shadow can take what the heart enfolds–
You will always continue to shine in my memories like gold.
–S. Yusuf
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:18 AM UTC
He laughs beside her, like he always did,
A clown with secrets his heart once hid.
She smiles, unaware of what he feels inside,
While love blooms quiet—something he can’t confide.
He walks her home, like every night,
Under streetlights soft and golden-bright.
And though his fingers ache to stay,
He waves goodbye and fades away.
He dreams of futures he’ll never claim,
Of whispered vows that never came.
For one day she’ll wear another’s ring,
And he’ll clap, and smile, and try not to sting.
He’ll raise a toast, his chest a storm,
Watching her laugh in another’s arms.
And though his heart will break that day,
He’ll keep the promise, to stay away.
For love like his is meant to burn,
Without demand, without return.
He’ll stay alone, by choice, by pain,
Her name the echo in his veins.
And when they ask why he never wed,
He’ll only smile and bow his head.
For she was both his dawn and end—
His first, his last, his never-meant.
–S. Yusuf
Nov 7, 2025
Nov 7, 2025 at 10:14 AM UTC