//The Beginning Of Another End//


Mahbubat Salaudeen

my days are a calendar of pain
my nights are like a thousand pins embedding
themselves into the succulent graves on my tongue
where did life go when i wanted to live

where was living when i yearned & needed to feel alive
everyday on my calendar of pain has a bad habit of nestling
inside me without permission and nights are
a kissing shadow of tribulations and mourning the loss of

yet another life that continues without existence
shrouded in blankets of solitude or sinking
into something empty i still want to live, to move forward
time for me is still standing at a standstill waiting_

waiting for me to catch up
i am re-birthing myself and writing all of these poems & breathing them
life & making them fly maybe everything will
make sense & break free from the museless and emptiness

of days and nights words can’t birth
i am un-knotting myself and drawing each breath maybe everything will bring
me back to life or maybe this end is just the beginning
of another end and when the time comes, i will live again

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