A heart clenched
Words stack on my throat
A mortal slowly fading into dust
An echoing dreaded thought "This is how you'll be remembered"
day after wretched day I cling to existence
A glimpse of hope that darkens away
A fragile life filled with poignant thoughts
Tears hidden in a smile
Reminiscing a day long dead
A speck of laughter
'That's a sound I've forgotten'
Enticed into slavery
a life I loathed, but longed for
Gasping for more air
anything,
at least I get to breathe before demise
a certain fate
Sometimes dreams are better than reality
In dreams I don't suffocate
On the weight of my actuality
I don't experience a reciprocating sad story
I am the hero, not the villain
But, this heart has been diced
Tricked into illusions
of a compliment and a potent smile
a deceptive story of a stitched heart
long forgotten
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 2:50 PM UTC
A heart clenched
Words stack on my throat
A mortal slowly fading into dust
An echoing dreaded thought "This is how you'll be remembered"
day after wretched day I cling to existence
A glimpse of hope that darkens away
A fragile life filled with poignant thoughts
Tears hidden in a smile
Reminiscing a day long dead
A speck of laughter
'That's a sound I've forgotten'
Enticed into slavery
a life I loathed, but longed for
Gasping for more air
anything,
at least I get to breathe before demise
a certain fate
Sometimes dreams are better than reality
In dreams I don't suffocate
On the weight of my actuality
I don't experience a reciprocating sad story
I am the hero, not the villain
But, this heart has been diced
Tricked into illusions
of a compliment and a potent smile
a deceptive story of a stitched heart
long forgotten
©Ibrahim
