22.2.16.

This town is running out of its second chances
There’s too many people and they’re all praying for a miracle
Perhaps,
The same miracle.
And you, you’re a thief
If you collect enough stories, you’ll last all your bed times
Yet of all the ghost that rock this stead
You’ll be the only undead
And not with a single tale
That’s yours to tell.

– Momina Arif

 

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  1. I don’t know what to make of it, but the poem makes me feel sad and a little terrified. It’s very deep and true.

  2. I am just loving it, such a simple yet amazing poem that touches your heart right away. We all expect a miracle everytime with a hope to stay positive! Thanks for inspiring.