Obliterated, In An Instance

I am here with nothing but the rapture of my own soul

Hearing about some commotion - paying time’s toll.

The weight of today’s pain drags my heart so low

I can feel it scraping, burning from the salt on icy roads as I walk.

It’s so indescribably violent when it erupts

That parts of me can’t help but pray for death as I talk.

Would you have smelt a single waft from her neck

You too would’ve been reduced to a mere speck

Even a Thousand miles away

With a million years distance

Every utterance the poets say

Obliterated, in an instance

One day InshaAllah I will have a Faig Ahmed piece in our home.

It’s from الله