Fast End
I am
a lost wanderer,
not thinking
about hellfire
nor heaven.
I am
a lost wanderer,
seldom remembering,
rarely looking
for the path.
I am
a lost wanderer,
longing
for a month
maybe longer
to give
looking
for a speed pump
to slow me down.
I am
a lost wanderer,
with no prayer rug
ask me
to pray
next you
help me
hang on
to my fleeting faith
I am
a lost wanderer,
thirsty
to find stillness.
My peace is hiding
far away
between pillows
and blankets.
My peace is dusting
in dark closets
I once knew.
Don’t judge
my shadow.
Whisper
reminders
to my soul.
Nimo H. Farah
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