Tiredness Poem by Fatima Nusairat

Have you seen how much is still pungent,
and sour our misery over lips!
Have you seen how confusing words
will be, if from tears jumped out
our aspirations with songs and stars.
Have you seen how apparently pale our dream
How wither in the orbits of the night stealthily
then suddenly being expunged!
Have you seen how the questions drained us
how terrifying we were,
from guffaws answers, in the streets
How chances, stubborn us!
how we walked while sins ravaging us
and eeriness and nothingness!
Have you seen how much pungent,
and sour our misery over lips!