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Hussein 5d
As i look into the summer sky
All i see is a weathering landscape
Drowning in tears the clouds
Gloomy and grieving they do cry
I feel like i know who died
But i can't remember who

I walk into the cemetery lobby
The air talking to the walls
The dust hugging the floor
The doors and windows crying
“Was anyone else invited?” I ask
“Just you and us” they answer
How peculiar…

After washing my face,
I take a look at the mirror
Staring back at me was…, not me
or at least not how i remembered me
“Who am i?!” i yell at the mirror
I got the same answer…

Struck by the memories
Hugged by their sympathy
I say memories
But they were…
Figments of what was and what i wanted to be
The ******* of reality and fantasy
Like an unbelievable deja vu
Real or not,
It didn't matter,
In all honesty I couldn't tell…

I take a closer inspection
Something doesn't make sense
I breath on the mirror but i can't see my breath
I run back to the funeral but it's too late
No tombstone no nothing
Exposed dirt in the middle of the grass
It's me
It's home.
Hussein Jun 24
I lay with the stars around me
Most of them passed long ago
Like these thoughts of mine
Scars in the ether of the mind
Each lived a life of its own
Maybe died and was reborn
But as far as you and eye can see
They've left us with a sleepless night
Enchanting as they may be
Like the mesmerizing ripples of the sea
Deep down inside
Bewitched is what's left of me,

Yet up words i shall subside
Clinging to what's left of that mind
Eyes closed fists clenched
Blanket gets heavier the deeper i sink
What's left of my hopeful breath loses
Weighed down by my burdened head

If its rigor that aids the ascend
Then harshly disciplined we shall be
If its misery that makes the steps
Then weeping through it we shall climb
If it's time that runs out like a breath
Than like the stars we shall light up the midnight sky
And if its death that gatekeeps life
Then I am indeed alive.

— The End —