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.
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 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
feathers soak my twilight tawakkul
and I drift towards the horizon.