Lo! here I tell you how I bled

from dawn to dusk, until I was dead.


A cut from my beloved, on my neck

On the very day, when I confessed.


A wound made, by so sharp a knife

fashioned from pieces of my shattered life.


An inch too deep to clog with blood

Forget the tender bandages of love.


A darkness that slowly grew over me

As he walked away, mercilessly.


I lay there, waiting for his return, in vain

somehow making a tryst with pain.


But as the sun slowly gave up on me

Leaving me stripped of its warm sympathy


I closed my eyes and let out my last breath

to be finally carried in the arms of death.


-Iflah Laraib