When that day came to an end
The burden felt lighter than air
And the release
Heavier than a mountain
Sharp winds yelled
The truth of a white flag
Misused
To win an unfair war
There is peace in such defeat

You were right
I am not a fighter

 ‘The violence of light…
…in the land of desire’
Penetrated the eyes
Suffering at slow revelation
The burial was set
Under the weight of silence
And the shadows signalled

It’s not time for me to go

The moment arrived
When pain went blind
And the world of noise
Turned spotlights into weapons
And guns into garlands

Lay me
On a bed of petals
Bury me
In the hollows of a moon
I am sorry
I am not a writer

by

Amit Howard