Twilight Tawakkul

numb are the tips of my fingers,

from holding onto a piece of thread,

on a night of eerie chills.

silence smothers over me and it


every beautiful thought I have ever thought

and born are all the ifs and could have been.

fire ignites

with every inhale of my regrets,

so I ask for forgiveness and cough out the ashes;

as they irritated my heart

and it was itching for mercy.

a plead,

a prayer,

a scream from the heart;

please give me strength as I am too weak.

dew now settles on the ends of my eyelashes

but as I bury my innocence deeper

and deeper,

feathers soak my twilight tawakkul

and I drift towards the horizon. 

Nurul Shamsul