Seedless Poem by Ibn Ali


Today my soul is heavy
I thought I knew pain but I'm not ready
I'm waiting for my first child
To feel delight
 So I could taste colours, hear the iridescence in the light
I'm at the edge of hope
At the bank and I can't swim
With thoughts of jumping in
And I'm this close
I brace my back to lift this weight
That I may never hear tiny voices squabble
That my house will stay vacant
No graffiti painted walls, a solitary echo
Everything in its place
My neighbours find peace in silence, don't quarrel with me at all
My unborn child I wrote to you before
Then I thought that you were late
Now I fear that I may never meet my joy
Men don't cry, the forecast said it's dry
You see stars
I see a thousand suns too far to bring me warmth
They are however beautiful to see
I lost my true North in the storm
I hope your happiness is sincere
Whoever you met, got stranded
And whoever meets you there
I see you in every child I hold
In every tiny smile and baby's speak
If you saw me you'd cry too
My cage was breached and my heart hung for all to see

Tuesday, March 20, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: children
Ibn Ali

Ibn Ali

The Gambia
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