The unquestioned question
How do you feel?
What you see
Count the breaths
And the seconds left
Some spent, some
wasted
Some lost, some found
Hold still, close
your eyes
Everything is falling
But it’s the wretched
quiet
The one that you love
It’s the chaos
That you desire
But,
How can you feel?
All the restlessness
With a heart half
dead.
Irum Zahra, Psychaotic
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