The River

The River

One day I saw
My own face on my wall;
It looked like a girl from the streets.

I remember that fall
My own face on my wall,
A vision of faith and defeat.

But the river still runs under me.

Someday I’ll find that love somewhere,
and that someday,
I’ll be right next to you.

Copyright ©2005

Silence, Emptiness, And Confusion

Silence builds an awful wreckage of a girl
It feeds on loneliness and creates a void
Gray shadows haunt and torment and torture
A teenager is stricken and destroyed

There is no sound of laughter or happiness here
The little one has thrown in the towel today
Somber, melancholy moods decay the soul
It is futile to hope and dream and pray

Emptiness builds a home in this woman
In this girl, this child where hollows have bred
A deepening sea of  nothingness
And eats away at every connecting thread

Confusion feeds like a savage inside her,
Leaving nothing considered worthy remains
Destined to walk through life less ordinary
Alone, exiled, different and disdained.
Allah Hafiz