Writer: Sara Mohamed
End after end,
We do solely see;
Between the devil
And deep blue sea.
Observing no option, but
From this strain to flee,
Bringing an end
To what about to be.
We say life is a magnet
That all faith attracts;
We call it the moon
That with hours contracts.
Head drawn down,
No rose to be found,
Lookin’ back and forth
On the deserted ground.
Sight blurring tears,
Shutting our eyes;
Four letters, it takes
To overcome fears.
Surrounded by light
Yet, at shadows, we peer.
The utmost spark
With our soles, we cease.
If only we knew,
That hope was the barque
Against crescendo breeze,
Catching fierce winds,
Brightness to seize.
Hope was the rose,
Vivid tints of blood;
Held by a heart,
Crawling in the mud.
Only one question
That unanswered left,
Searching for clues
To a holograph theft.