I can’t get my thoughts aligned
Can’t quite tell you
The picture I have in my mind.
There’s so much noise and light
that I simply can’t catch
The right words in sight.
I sit here on a squeaky chair
With my body dangling
Lifelessly in the air.
Upon random objects and people
My useless mind struggles
To write a decent syllable.
Ecstasy, mourning, longing
I don’t feel a thing
Not even a sense of belonging.
Guess today’s not for proses
So I will rather have coffee
And tend to my pretty roses.

-Iflah Laraib