Standing Fearless in the Face of Death and Afraid to Live
His thirst could only be
quenched by Patron
and Hennesy.
His lust could only be
fulfilled by other women.
She could never uncover
the remedy of neither.
After searching vast for
decades.
All she found was herself
standing fearless in the face of
death
and being afraid to live.
Can’t Save Someone Who Doesn’t Want to be Saved
For years, you have delegated
the curse of your
somber amongst your own kin.
The cosmic weight of your tears
was mine to bear.
The miserable anguish of your
fears were
mine to suffer.
I tried to save you from drowning
but you sunk deeper and deeper
into your sorrow and misery.
It breaks my heart,
I can no longer try to save you.
Because I would drown too.
My First Poem for My Habibi
I've suffered some amount of
pain in my life. Like most do.
Both body and mind.
I remember at age 5, my
father leaving us for
another family.
I remember at age 10, running
away from my home that was
set on fire.
I remember at age 15, becoming
anorexic because my now ex
boyfriend cheated on me with my "best
friend".
I am now 23. The day Allah took him
away from me, felt like all that pain
multiplied by one-million.
Saeed,
Habibi, let's meet again one day.