This October is not Green

By: Dr. Eiman Abbas El-Nour

Blessed be this moment of revelation

I can see you clearly through the fog
Courtesy of my new prescription glasses
And my caffeine heart

Sadness is clean and crisp
Its edges will make you bleed
Prudence is to stay in the middle
And follow one thought at a time

Keep all the doors locked
And face the inner sound
You’ve heard it before
Faint, shy, and trying to hide

Is this life a rehearsal for the eventual loneliness ?
Is this war a drill
For letting go?

The poet peacefully
disappeared
Into the light
The busy streets of exile
Are filled with our scents and loud music
The colour of Home is red and slowly vanishing

And we are no longer who
we used to be