Blazing Embers Poem by Hanna Abideen

Follow hollow heart and reside in
It's darkest room made of sin.
Capture the facsimile of life
And stab with a witchy knife.

Inhale actuality of the clown,
Aren't you waiting to exhale?
Dismantle walls of heart soon
To feel the healing light of moon.

Shaking fake lake of mere lies,
Dead anemones on my grave
And frozen tears of my orphans
Attempting to turn myself into
A red gulmohar that the summer
Never dare to wither away.