Troubled Midnights Poem, by Shahla Latifi, at My poetic side

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

Then

Along the trampled edges of my mind

The dark weaves of past

Vanishes alongside the layers of the night

Shahla Latifi

October 31st, 2018

Tamara Beryl Latham - The Poet October 31st, 2018 14:26
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 November 1st, 2018 16:45
Thank you, Tamara, for reading and complimenting this poem.

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