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  Mar 2018 Arfah Afaqi Zia
Casey Rodger
On my walk home after night shift,
I stumbled on something horrific,
I saw him through the dark mist,
So surreal yet unrealistic.

Against time i began the race,
Went to see if he still drew breath,
But it was clear by the colour of his face,
That he lay there cold in death.

I know i shouldn't have, but some how i did,
Pulled a note from his right breast pocket,
I dont know why, but i opened it,
It was neatly titled "To be forgotten"...

Confused i started to read,
I soon realized it was a letter,
Started to feel i couldn't breathe,
As it couldn't have been written better!

If i am to be found by one,
One as unlucky as you,
If you find me and my life is done,
Please take just a second or two.

My name is not important,
As it was not important in life,
I've been called names of assortment
Even "Savage" once or twice.

I tried my best and it all fell apart,
See i did not have a home,
I lead my life by following my heart,
And i ended up alone.

If ever i could, i always did,
Give to someone in need,
A teen, a dog, an elder or kid,
In hope i might just plant a seed.

Each day I'd watch my brothers and sisters,
Run to or from their life demands,
I'd sit and rub my blisters,
On my feet and on my hands.

Nothing truely important is real or being looked after,
Where are the trees? Where is the love? The music of genuine laughter.
Nothing made me angry as i understood it all,
Reasons behind reasoning, I lay down and you stand tall.
Life was life. It is what it is. I'm not anything but at peace.
Just want someone to know its not a problem if i am to decease.
Nobody cared for me, especially not as i did for others,
I do not have any caring sisters, friends nor brothers.
Use of me what you can, then dispose of me the cheapest,
Because even though I was not loved, for my people i feel the deepest.

Poor soul who find me laying here,
May i ask you one small request?
For me please shed a single tear,
Feel a small pain in your chest.

Let your soul grieve a loss,
As mine will fly on through,
This request is free of cost,
Rather asking of what's inside you.

For me you do not need to pray,
Nor need to think of me often,
Just kindly see my soul away,
For i know i lived to be forgotten.
Arfah Afaqi Zia Mar 2018
I could not have been more sure about my feelings,
Until the day you and I began,
I knew for sure that it has always been you,
The one whom I have been waiting for,
You came in my life, like a bolt swifty taking all of me away;
Piece by piece,
I knew from the start that you would change my life,
I prayed for the day to come where God gives you a chance to prove to my family about your worth,
About the love that you have for me,
Our promises were not just put in words,
I carved each and every bit of detailed conversations we had to my heart,
I know you are my other half,
And I know that it's only you i want.
Arfah Afaqi Zia Mar 2018
the inescapable terror that resides within my soul,
a maze paradoxically runs in my mind,
confused and clueless about why i see what i see?
why i feel what i feel?
how is it that I'm alive whilst I'm dead from the inside,
being shattered is one thing, being dead from inside is another,
there seems to be something lurking behind my smile,
something tricky that halts me from living,
something that I'm ambiguous to,
stranded on the edge,
i know not about the emptiness that haunts me.
Arfah Afaqi Zia Mar 2018
if only i was in knowledge of the monster that hid within him
i would've been more cautious and my actions, controlled
how oblivious and frail was my heart to fall under his prey
i yearned his flawless presence as it quenched all my thirst
but little did i know his soullessness
he was dead and cold,

the hunger in his eyes starved for my flesh and his sadistic smile;
all he wanted was a body to complete him
he was not made for love, his promises were all lies
he feasted on his prey and moved on to the next
he was but a womanizer, a heartless lover
he was dead and cold

my life once revolved around him
manipulated by his orders, i was utterly in love with him
i cherished what little time we spent together
the exquisite memories that i reminisce, even now leave me in tears
oh how precious were they, but in the end nothing mattered to him
he was dead and cold
Arfah Afaqi Zia Mar 2018
People know less
about the pain that's under all that smile
the tears that are shed
and the scars and wounds afflicted by the world

a pale skin
and a heart full of anguish
how much it had to bear
how much it took to repair

the sharpness in words
how it slits the edges of the heart
like a rose garden it spreads in the soul
a heart covered with thorns, a heart once soft now cold

how much torment the body took
the touch of hunger slowly dragging me in remorse
the untold story, the words that could have been uttered before
but my frightful soul is what kept silent all these years.
Arfah Afaqi Zia Mar 2018
An awfully long period that we spent apart
wasn't as easy as it seems
but how easy is it for others
to say their side of goodbyes

I love you irrevocably
from the beginning till now
your presence, your everything
its lightens up my day

there's something about you
that keeps me from losing you
could probably be a restless soul
or could be the time we have had together wrapped in each others arms

once hesitant to fall in love
now it feels like eternity with you
though distant yet you reside in my heart
as I drift deep into my thoughts all that my lips ever speak about is you, you and you!
Arfah Afaqi Zia Jan 2018
Covered in bruises
a face shadowed by guilt and shame
why was I to blame?

a trail of what seemed to be nightmares
actually flashbacks of my despair
not my fault, yet I was to blame

it all started with naivety
soon reached its peak taking away my innocence
not fully but mere, yet I was to blame

if I had the chance to speak
to shed tears of agony and regret of not recognizing the criminal
I would do so, yet I'd be the one to blame

you'll never know what it feels like
you'll never know the dread and horror
a ghastly monster that resides within him, yet I'd be the one to blame!
This society blames the pain of an individual to be self propagated. So many men and women go through awful events but if they speak publicly about it, they are given no voice. Which is why, all kinds of barbaric acts are being committed by so many people everyday. So many women, men and children *****, tortured and harassed but all acts of vengeance are diffused to nil. Why????? How many more should be a victim to this? When will all this stop? When will the guilty be avenged?
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