Midnight Prayer

By Achlam Basalamah

There are only so many ways to describe being distressed, and this book could be a friend to relate to. It depicts a journey of losing oneself in a tough battle, and slowly gaining back the strength to be whole again.

This poetry collection can be a reminder for everyone that it is perfectly fine to feel miserable at times, but also that self-love is the best remedy for any emotional ailment.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 18, 2018
• ISBN: 9781387753048

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Midnight Prayer

Midnight Prayer

Midnight Prayer

by

Achlam Basalamah

Simi Publishing

2018

Copyright © 2018 by Achlam Basalamah

All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review or scholarly journal.

This is an indie project made under Simi Publishing. Every poem is a product of author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual person, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

First Printing: 2018

ISBN 978-1-387-75304-8

Simi Publishing

Depok, Indonesia 16415

www.wednesdayremedy.com

To those who have loved until they burst,

and to those who have tried

to stitch bravery back to their bones

to find themselves after being lost,

and to those who have left love unattended.

Fall

A Secret

I’ll tell you a secret

that I never shared

even to the wind

and the sound it made

I’ve heard what you never said,

clear and complete

But through million little lines

that make your face shaped,

I see the reason why you’ve been impaired

I can see the truth that you tried to hide

I see it clearly, rolling with the tides

I’ll tell you a secret

that I never shared

even to the tears

that I have just shed

I feel the crack of my very heart

I can feel the pain as the pieces stab

I feel the castle of my pride collapsed,

as you waved goodbye and you walked away

as you disappeared from my troubled way

I’ll tell you a secret

that I never shared

even to the rain

that made it all wet

If I knew you’d hush

when I asked you that,

I’d still feel your love

that I never had

Anchor

I’ve harbored my ship

to your sea,

only to find

my anchor,

dull and rusty

God, please

let me sail again

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