Compose Poem by Aiman Saleem

Was about to write something, something to compose
Pushed the thoughts back, back to somewhere
And the silence exposed that all the feelings were decomposed

The eyes crammed with redness
Powerless to view, there thoughts and view

The heart, shredded heart, black heart
Powerless to feel, there lexis and appeal

The hands frail
Powerless to touch, to point out, there words that I felt much

Act like,
Felt like,
Sit back
Since,
It’s the feelings, which lack

Act like.
Felt like,
To rest ma head
Since,
It’s the feelings, that need to be cured, for there ailing

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