Asma Khan

The Sacred Pain - Poem by Asma Khan

I am so much used to be you
that I have forgotten
who I was

I felt you like the blood
flows through the veins
without any feeling without any charm

The terrible heartache
has a hidden message
behind it, by which
I have discovered
the impossible pieces of
my dreams crushed under your feet

There is a smokeless fire
burning me down in the
prision of an unwelcomed cage
to free myself before
we depart from the castle
of unwritten destinies

My blank soul is ruptured and fragile
like ice melting on my flamed
body and searching, you around
while you are drowning me
in the strong waves
of the dying candle flames

A bundle of quiet reflection calls
me to your name every morning
feeding words into my mouth that
may not be enough to explain
how torn I am, how little I have become,
in my pain, my grieves to myself even!

Topic(s) of this poem: pain

Form: Couplet

Poet's Notes about The Poem

It still hurts even after you forget everything.

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 9, 2015

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