Year of Sorrow

Elementor #706

3.2.14

Oh, and the mermaids know that their lads will drown

The lads don’t see now, dear holy ground

But the looking glass is mean

It won’t glimmer a way

It only cracks to match the way you’ve strayed

The ocean slithers in its silence a tale

Creeping past the way it is

Truth isn’t in the cauldrons or in its spells

It is beyond and begotten in the choices that fell

For the hours have snapped

And the days have passed

With all our secrets unhinged

There is still no home to your threshold

And all miracles find bedrock

I take my prayers back

I take my promises too.

~ Momina Arif

19 Comment

  1. You are so good with words, another emotional poem! It’s very well-written and it can definitely get you thinking.

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