Sunday, June 23, 2013

Nafisa/Jiah

Late in the night, I hurt.
Dawn turns to dusk There are stars in the glass Of my windowpanes And a big, beautiful moon. The moonlight burns I am afraid, desolate That this isn’t a dream I am fearful, inconsolable That you’ll never hear the pain in my screams. That you’ll never know what it means To scar and burn To rape and pillage To be ravaged. To be devastated.
Early in the morning, I gasp. For air. I am choking on oxygen It is death to live It is death to live It is death to live I forget, I forgot, I will not remember: It is death... to die.
I loved a thorny cactus I mistook it for a rose bush (Not a beautiful lotus pond sans thorns- but that is my inexperience) And pricked my finger. Blood, blood, bleeding love. Even my pain waters its arid chambers. I want it to have no caretaker but me Because I cannot stand my love to be wasted I forget, I forgot, I will not remember: My graceful fortune, Of love in endless supply You cannot waste what never finishes Like sunlight; Like fragrance. You cannot waste life.
Sometimes, we just forget: We all make mistakes We all make mistakes We all make mistakes Every last one of us. Beautiful souls will always Rest pretty, sleep sweet: In our memories and dreams Is a beautiful girl.