The lamp flickers for less than a millisecond,
Its gentle light vanishing,
And appearing with an even more orangy glow.
My hands waver while flipping through the pages,
My mind blank,
Its vast folds of cached memories,
Nearing deadlines, thoughts;
All gone.
The gentle breeze breaks through from the open window,
Its cool and airy waves,
Embracing me as gently,
As a mother would embrace her child.
My chest weighed down,
My heart knocking at the ribs that bound it,
That prevented its desperate attempts to escape,
Along with the soul that fluttered,
Leaving a gap within the world.
Almost instantly, the calming moon entered through the blinds,
Its complacent face unchanged,
Yet its ghostly light shone bright.
Not as harsh as crisp sunlight,
But a gentle tone of turquoise,
That lapped against the blinds,
As the waves of the beach,
At dead midnight.
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Iman Ahmed
IMANTHEAWESOME7
Monday 19th October 2015
In memory of a special person,
Who left this world today. I pray for you, and hope for your peaceful slumber.
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