20, broken

Shaima Al Shamsi comes back with a haunting poem for our “Villain” theme. We hope you enjoy it

Down the slope he crumbles

Latched onto an evil soul
It’s a tricky road he’s taking
With a mind of its own
A shadow so dark
Consuming the grey of which he spoke
Seeping into what little light there was
It never stopped thieving
With nothing to believe in
He stepped out to see it
The devil within him
So many easy ways to erase his sins
With so much pride to sacrifice them with
He escaped all the pressure
He sought shelter from what became of him
Awaiting a tide that may never show;
The unspoken promises of tomorrow;
A raindrop from a prayer he never said;
A blessing from a life he could sense

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