Poem by Enna Qureshi

pound of feathers, pound of lead

we won’t ever talk about it,

incessantly crop up, “try not to think about it”,

do you feel the weight of all you wanted?

since apparition,

silent partition,

are you heavy hearted?

how old were you when it all started?

unanswered questions,

no interventions,

too far departed.

– 22nd november 2024 at 1:25pm