Boring - Poem by Fatima Nusairat
I closed the windows, turns off the lamps..
And leaned on the wait,
Surrounded by machinations of fear and your name.
Night is between us and approaching
Walking through us as we walk in it.
Looking for windows in us..
As we look for the exit in it.
Tremble, oh curtains and contemplate,
You became a sword fights..
The day laugh and dancing on
The flute soul and the whining.
The silence witness and the absence.
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