Troubled Midnights

Shahla Latifi

As the night breathes,

l inhale the gasp of air


Bruised by the past

I clasp my hands to the weave of moonlight with a surprise


My hair over the pillow

My heart full of fear

With faithful resentment in my eyes

I find refuge in troubled midnights


As the night grows

His touch

His laughter

The force of his body on mine

Compels my imagination


But sometimes

Many nights and many hours

I remember a slice of the moon

stealthily borrows my sorrows



Along the trampled edges of my mind

The dark weaves of past

Vanishes alongside the layers of the night


Shahla Latifi

October 31st, 2018



  • Author: Shahla Latifi (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 31st, 2018 12:33
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 130


  • Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet

    Beautifully written, Shahla. I like the originality and crispness of the poem.

    You've expressed the lost love narrative nicely.

    Thanks for sharing. 🙂

  • Shahla Latifi

    Thank you, Tamara, for reading and complimenting this poem.

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