Volume 5 | Issue 2 | June-July
2011 |
Whispering shadows
Zuhara Chalil
Whispering shadows,
Pale morning,
Red secrets,
Dawn comes to the crying child.
A boy, his face scarred with guilt.
White heart betrays his innocence.
Tears envelope his being.
Shaking, trembling,
Somewhere yearning hopelessly,
For a tender rain,
To wash away the emptiness.
Dares to touch the sting of hatred,
Streaked crimson across his arms.
Black words,
And visions,
Wondering where to find his heart,
Buried somewhere in the colors.
A moment of silence,
Tormented by thoughts,
No escape but to the next life,
But he’s never touched a thing called sin.
Why should he suffer?
And then the morning comes,
And with it a different kind of pain.
Zuhara Chalil -
