One Lit Room
written by: Riham El-Ashry
The silence of those kids,
Who are not here anymore.
That changed her,
To suffer, to miss, and then deject,
Or destroy, when the body rejects itself,
And repels and refuses.
In the lit room, the only one in a dark house,
Here she sits, head down,
What was in the air? Would anybody know?
When her body turned against her and willed death, would anybody know?
We take the secrets of the hearts to the grave,
Would a heart suffer? Or desire? There?
And death mocks us every day,
Because this is its supremacy—our ignorance.
A memory, she became,
That lives in the minds of those who left her.
And that would eventually evanesce.
As if life had never visited us,
Would we return to the place we came from?
Riham El-Ashry
Riham El-Ashry is an Egyptian poet, artist, a reviewer and an English language teacher. She finds in writing poetry a consolidation and a way of expressing her feelings. When writing, she feels relieved of life's pressures and routines. She writes Haiku and senryu. It is the simplicity yet profound aspect of haiku that attracts her to this art. She has been a great observer of nature and Haiku is her means to express her love for it. Her works have been published in poetry anthologies, Haiku journals and e-magazines.
Latest posts by Riham El-Ashry (see all)
- One Lit Room - May 9, 2022
- The Music Box - November 22, 2021
- Crossroads - August 18, 2021
