Painted black
stripped naked to its bare
core
silent, solemn, solid
Real.
Yet an illusion fragmented to
tear our souls piece by piece until it is
E
M
P
T
Y
forgotten, fragile, faint
Desperate.
Begging to suddenly connect and become
complete and meaningful.
A gaping hole
gasping for anything
to fill the void.
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Amal | Islamic Poetry
Spiritual"I bleed out these earnest words, praying that I could paint the incomparable beauty of the religion that gives us all hope."
