Nonsensical
by RANIA HANI MOALLEM
Throttling within colors, contours
not sure hitherto on what letter
I am hanging, as I pen down
this verse, or the color featuring
those tapping fingertips;
stripped from each inch of sanity…
*Sigh*
Carrying a stumbling mind, tripping from
one crowd into another, measuring miles
I possibly will choke with, presently
before I seize the ladder back,
for like a wearied smoldering cigarette,
he guides deep breaths in;
I burn to ashes.