The cry.

poem starry night with shores of the sea, a few rocks jutting out and a pier to the sea

My soul leaks
through the gullet
of my eyes
I fear my
place
has scattered
across time,
washing up on
unlikely shores
that plaintively
call
for a place beyond
place
And I, the
unheard
cry










2 responses to “The cry.”

  1. This is poignant and achingly beautiful, Rafia ❤️

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