Feb 2017
She didn't come
I was wrong!
I was mistaken!
Hurts my pride,
Still doesn't come.
By my side,
She does not stride.
All she does
Is to hide.
Why? Oh Why?
Why you despise me?
Nothing just silence.
I plead you, tell me.
Playing with others again?
Leaving me to grovel
and be evermore restless.
My hands rip over my back
The chest seems non-existent.
I feel, I see, I hear, I think-
Stop, don't think.
Just leave her.
Let her be.
Let - her - be*
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Written by Ali Qureshi
I was wrong!
I was mistaken!
Hurts my pride,
Still doesn't come.
By my side,
She does not stride.
All she does
Is to hide.
Why? Oh Why?
Why you despise me?
Nothing just silence.
I plead you, tell me.
Playing with others again?
Leaving me to grovel
and be evermore restless.
My hands rip over my back
The chest seems non-existent.
I feel, I see, I hear, I think-
Stop, don't think.
Just leave her.
Let her be.
Let - her - be*
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Written by Ali Qureshi
The last poem in the Insomnia series, it may be the last poem, but I have yet to overcome my sleeplessness.
