Guilt Consumption

These salty drops of guilt and fright ,

fall from my eyes,

drop-by-drop... without license.

In this fleeting moment of remorse,

this loud sound of palpitatious sink under a red sea.

With this weary heart,

i wish for a moment …

where my breathe comes out as it was last.

With every beat in chest, and every breath that I take ,

My eyes feel-like a camera …

with a dragging shutter ,

Where the world refuses to snap into focus.

My feet refuses to wear their own shoes .

My veins are turning grey ,

But you told me this too — shall pass …

Much love

~ Naira ✨