Panic

Walls closing in,

Barely any time to breathe.

No energy, a unison is formed

With apprehension roaring within.

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A feathery heart screaming deep inside.

Urging, yearning for an inch of oxygen.

Yet the fire spreads quickly

And everything is steadily scorching

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Blurry, murky visions

Blinding and binding you

To your own weaknesses

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Then you feel a sudden drop

And sudden chills circulating

Underneath your skin

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Michelina

Michelina, inti l-ikbar teżor t’Alla!

Fejn qatt bsarna l-fidwa li kellu jagħtik?

 

Ma’ kull tbatija dejjem

Bi tbissima tħallina,

U qatt ma ħarist lejn ħajtek b’mod negattiv.

 

Michelina, l-affarijiet li

Għallimtni int, ma ninsihom qatt żgur,

Għax inti kont ta’ impatt kbir għalija.

 

Inħobbok għażiża Michelina,

F’qalbi, dejjem ser inħallik!

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Michelina, you are God’s biggest treasure!

How could we have known the destiny that you will have to face?

 

With every suffering,

You always left us with a smile,

And you never looked at life in a negative way.

 

Michelina, the things which you thought me,

I will definitely never forget,

Because you were a huge impact on my life.

 

I love you my dear Michelina,

And you will always be in my heart!

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Isolated

A soul,

shattered, broken

and isolated.

Weeping for all its

great unknowns.

 

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A body,

emptied from all

of its emotions.

Every one

dropped into the sea.

 

A human,

who is tired of

being hit and gutted.

Conflicted

and convoluted.

 

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A person,

who is lying down

trying to sleep.

But her anxiety

keeps snatching her.

 

A home,

which was turned

into a pitch of

sadness.

And nothing to look

forward to.

 

What now?

Why are all so eager to

bulldoze all of the memories

we have shared together?

All is crumpled and torn apart.

My heart is ripped with

the little things that

remind me of how things were.

.

 

So what now? Do you think it will all get better?

What about the good days?

Have they all been washed away?

Are they that distant?

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It is useless fighting it now.

I can’t get my memories back.

They have been drowned with

all of the blood that has been shed.

We have become prisoners

of this place and there is no way out.

No light, just pitch darkness.

I can feel the water filling up

my lungs, it is suffocating me.

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Eventually I will give in,

and let my last air bubble

float up, and my body will become numb.

.

 

 

 

Shadow

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Something crept silently

behind me.

It filled me with its

invisible leaves,

and  its unseen trunk.

It lingered there peacefully,

and did not require sounds.

Facing me there,

an unmoved shadow.

Nothing else stirred,

apart from the waves

of the sun.

It was patient,

waiting for me to dive

into my world of imagination.

 

The leaves started seeping

into my blood vessels,

and I felt them

darken every corner 

of my vernacular system.

My breaths were getting 

slow and heavy,

and my vision blurry.