Some pages on the table, and I sitting a hand span away
With my eyes close, listening the heart for it to say
Absorbed are all other voices, absorbed in my emptiness
Some words reaching the tip of pen, with wild randomness

Memories knocking the door of my room
The room of my heart, bricks of which are of my gone days
Scared l am to open the door, scared of the appearing doom
Anonymous of which heart would appear, broken by my words

The bitterness of those words is making me restless
Forcing myself against the door, with my ears shielded by hands
Wished, I had never spelled them, from these lips
Seems they want them to release, from this pen tip

Seeing me struggling inside, facing the heart
Tired I am, for keeping those words behind the door
For them not to reach to my ears
For my souls in between, could not bear the ferocity

My heartbeat struck my ears, made my eyes open
Sounding like a rock, falling off a steep mountain
It’s me sitting on the chair, with my hands on my heart
Drops of sweat on my forehead, drops of tears in my eyes

I reached out to those blank pages to find
Whether there are any words, but found whiteness
My fingers trembing, writing a word “FORGIVENESS”
From the GOD, the most gracious, the most merciful

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