A Plethora of Worlds

Among the bones, the ashes,

and the unsteady spine;

Within the skin that engulfs them all

a world maybe,

or a plethora of them

I cannot fathom

and never will

One has been built with thorns of  dead flowers, 

and tears that lost their way: 

all alone,

almost gone,

another by a stigma of an old memory,

a shadow of someone who’s gone,

or a story of a beloved one,

a stranger, a friend, or a criminal,

there will always be forgotten ones;

 

a fire of an angry man,

a woman bereft of hope,

or a child who strays in her room;

thinking she can save the world.

Among the bones,

the ashes,

and the unsteady spine;

a broken world,

a plethora of them,

I cannot save,

and never will.

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Anoud Alqahtani is a poet from Khobar. Follow her on Instagram and Twitter for more of her work.