My Last One To Die
- Moheerah Iftikhar
- Aug 25, 2022
- 1 min read
Fortuitous sighting of the shooting star
Fading belief in recovering from the scar
Progression from wanting something to craving it
Inevitable was the longing before leaving it
Chains of delusions regarding the acceptance of prayers
Disarmed logic from blowing off my final hope flairs
Star-gazing became secondary, the day I thought
A dead meteoroid could communicate my wishes to superlunary
Being rare was not associated with sighting shooting stars
Let me accept, it just wasn't written in my stars
Months of desperation caused this to be recognized
Deliberate was the persecution of all my unfulfilled desires- genocide
Necessity justifies its immorality
Yet incriminated me for brutality
Seeking justice remains of the demised secretively spy
Obstinate! sighting a shooting star will forever be my last one to die
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