TODAY -
Cold
Shahnaz Islam *
It's not the winter whispering at my window,
But the endless nights where sleep feels like death-
A quiet, frozen corpse.
You chose to hurt me,
And I chose to stay silent, to stay small.
You broke my heart into too many pieces,
Shards scattering,
Too jagged to ever fit back together.
You walked away,
And I stayed behind,
Rooted in a sorrow I couldn't shake.
One unremarkable evening, you asked me,
Why do you act like a stranger ?
But my silence roared louder than words:
We have always been strangers.
* Poem written by Shahnaz Islam for The Sangai Express
This poem was webcasted on 30 December 2024.
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