The Hazy past
Moving forward??
Like an anvil planted on my chest
Like the stray thoughts when nothing rests.
Like dreary, cold, lonely nights
sprawled on icy sheets.
Thinking of the past.
Shadows veil your
Countenance...
Your scent...
You.
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Some of my other "syllable-centric" poems if you want to check them out
About the Creator
Mo Darasi
I write fiction, poetry and occasional articles about interesting topics.
Finding interesting ways to write a poem or hide messages within them seems to be my main interesting in writing now, and it's been fun
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By Shirley Belk7 days ago in Fiction
Comments (3)
This was soooo relatable! Loved your Nonet!
HEARTFELT, Beautiful story
Wow! This hit on so many senses in such a memorable way! The weight of the anvil, the cold, the disappearance of a familiar scent. Great nonet, Mohammed!