By: Ahsen Bhatti A mother’s tears stain the ground
Beneath her, the drip-drip sound Deafening and indiscernible at the same time They run down, washing away the grime Symmetrically plastered onto her face There is no distance left to run in this race. A father’s hands tighten around a picture On a nearby table lays a copy of the scripture His calloused fingers trace the frozen smiles His photo albums are arranged in neat piles His overwhelming love for them is indubitable And his faith in the Lord is indisputable. A sister’s hair spreads out around her Her dog lays next to her on the bed, its fur Tickling her cheek as her eyes bore Holes in the ceiling, as she feels the core Of her soul being shaken violently Her heart beats wildly yet silently. A brother’s legs tremble from exhaustion His chest heaves with a forceful exhalation His brain is running at a hundred miles an hour In front of the ghost he’s facing he can only cower No matter how far he runs he cannot escape it He can only fall into this bottomless pit. A young man floats facedown, away from land He felt life dealt him a losing hand That his family wouldn’t be able to accept He saw the mistakes he made, in retrospect He took the easy way out, because he couldn’t rewind Not thinking about the destruction he would leave behind. Remember all those in your life, the ones Who will remember you when you are gone.
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By: Sanjana Karthik
We must Invigorate therapy We must structure A home Because as the world ages, So do we And more hearts fracture; Others deprived Of the key And more solemness Fills wells Of our eyes Barricaded By stigma Or a person to confide in And we need to accord a hand To people Incarcerated in pain They can’t command And we need to reach out With our smiles To fortify our bonds And replenish our lives For life, It is cruel But we can redeem its beauty With our light Emerging from the silhouettes Of those forsaken And companionless nights |