I know broken,
where insanity nearly takes over,
life of torment & no one to ever hold you.
I know broken ,
when you cry yourself to sleep each night,
when eggshells is your life.
I know broken,
Paper Is A Good Listener
Paper is a good listener
With an eloquence serene
The scrawling nib that writes
The thoughts of what I mean
The Running Bug
I lost my Parkrun newbie badge
At Oakwell Hall Parkrun in Birstall
It was the day before my birthday
So I was looking forward to cake
What Were They Thinking?
Curious minds scour the wreckage
Pouring over the items they find.
‘What happened here?’ they cry
Eyes dumbfounded and minds confused
Let Me Breathe
Let me breathe
to save my soul.
Do not crowd
I’d rather drown.
Tryst
I enter your room
and close the door behind me
You do not hear me come in
Judge Yourself
The silence wrapped itself around me, smothering senseless voice,
Cocooning me in blissful calm from naked, nauseating noise.
Bitter envy clothed in praise, a blackened heart lauds acclaim.
Face to face sincerity, followed by disparity, blatant contrariety.
I Come From…
I come from pain, from happiness,
From right and wrong and in between,
I come from the persecuted, the hated,
The shunned, not allowed to be seen
Never Ending To-Do List
by Tahera Mayat
I’ve done that task
In glory I bask
But not for long
Something else comes along Continue reading “Never Ending To-Do List”
The Revered Female
by Sahera Patel
The Revered Female
Female Muslims, supressed they say.
Thoughts and voices kept at bay.
Born to breed, must take heed.
Brains in chains, master reigns. Continue reading “The Revered Female”