fabrication

many nights i’ve spent
throwing my wishes at the sky
hoping against hope that
a star would hear my cries
my mind is
housing illogical imaginings
dreams of you by my side
artificial darkness
is my home
can’t bear to see the sun rise
each day that passes by
reminds me of the
box you lie inside
it feels
like the wound
where my heart used to be
will always bleed
and the rivers that flow
down my face will never dry
hurts so much to breathe
and i don’t know
why i even try
forever
was a lie

Sumayyah Talibah lives in Michigan with her husband, kids, cats, and piles of books. She makes jewelry and sips tea in between reading and reviewing anything with words. sumayyahsaidso.com

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