Treasurer Of Thy Soul

By Ziniya Al Baha

The magic is over,

the tragedy is clear.

The time was so dear,

the breakage was so near.

Knew this would happen,

it keeps happening.....

The loop of sadness never ceases,

the world is tragic it never eases.

The mind’s messy but life is not, the soul’s empty but the heart’s not.

Pretending is on maybe that is what everyone wants.

The smells are good still not what I crave. The touch was weird but didn’t give that tear.

Knew this would happen cause it was so unreal.

Turning and twisting with the stars, I bury my head in the scars.

The meeting was fate, choosing was my taste,

worshiping was an unconscious haste, losing became my biggest regret.

But......

Couldn’t cope at this rate.

So took a deep breath, and released a lot of stress.

Burying is hellish, ignoring would be a mistake.

But.......

Staying will be insane.

Every breath I take, every art I make,

pulls me towards thy sight, weakening me inside.

Every star that twinkles, every rain that dips, every flower that witters, every bird that

tweets, every leaf that slips, every wind that sings, every word I read, takes me towards thy

world that’s so far and unclear.

My heart longs for it all.

Locking everything within the pages of disguise,

killing everything deep inside.

Mourning for all the days we spend to our heart’s content,

All those sights feel so real without any dirt or dice.

Keeping the broken pieces inside I crave for thy eyes.

Placing a smile every day, wishing to be deathly like all inside.

Lying was easy, why can’t I comprehend it?

Felt that so deep deep inside.

Failing at everything when it comes to this side.

Maybe this was all that I was meant for.

Besides, it’s time to let it all gush away,

it’s time to gulp it all inside. And preserve it among the treasures of my heart.

So, bring me French vine, I’ll give you all my summertime.

Swipe me off my feet, I would dance for your retreat.

By Ziniya Al Baha