Peace |

The Muharram Sessions are a series of short spoken word poems on themes related to the day of Ashura.
Peace
There’s so much noise in this world
And I can’t hear anything
I can’t hear my own thoughts
They’re at war,
swords clashing
I can’t focus on the now
I’m a slave to what the future will bring
I cant focus on the present
Because the past in my ear is singing
9am
Just woke up
How my thoughts in my ears are ringing
1pm
Midday
Where’s the rizq, nothings coming?
3pm
Afternoon
I can’t work
my thoughts are killing
Me because they’re taking me to past lives
Last lives
How I strive
To run away from a place that I’m still living in
I’m sitting in my old house
and the new tenants want to move in
I’m sitting in my memories
But they don’t exist,
what am I thinking?
I’m thinking about the future
And the future is just worrying
I’m looking into my palms
as if they’re still attached and to my arms
But they’ve run away like my memories
Of moments of still and calm
I can’t win this battle
How I can hear the swords clashing
And I hear the arrows whistle
As past my ears they are flying
I can’t hear the birds singing
as the children are screaming
I can’t see my own thoughts
for the dust is still rising
I can’t see beyond the hill
because there a woman’s standing
I can’t see the full moon
because the moon’s arms are flailing
I can’t see my peace of mind
because I see his killer coming
I can’t see the neck of mercy
because on its chest a man is sitting
How the fire is burning
The daylight is breaking
Like a back I can hear breaking
A sword comes down
and I can hear bones cracking -
but then
Then it’s 4pm
The call of prayer I should be hearing
But I hear silence
its as if
Everyone’s about to start listening
It’s that what it feels like?
Did it happen that fast?
It took that much pain
to reach peace
A victor, while they lost
It took death to win a battle
Peace… peace at last…
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