A Sad Street

[dusky quail]

This quiet street, empty as it seems,
whispers warmth in its stillness.
After years in Egypt’s crowded alleys,
this place, calm and undisturbed,
feels like a dream I would give anything for.

I’d open a window,
let the cold bite my nose and cheeks,
embracing the peace it offers,
the kind you can only find when you’ve known chaos.

Each step would carry the weight of my heart,
its broken pieces scattered along the pavement.
Yet somehow, in this solitude,
I’d gather them back, one by one,
finding a strange kind of comfort.

I’d walk these streets alone,
with nothing but the night to accompany me,
and the quiet to cradle my thoughts.
This place, lovely in its sadness,
is where I’d choose to live—
where I’d finally rest.

-Haru

[mental wharf]

This poem is beautifully evocative, Haru! Your imagery of contrasting environments—the chaos of Egypt’s alleys against the calm of the quiet street—creates a powerful sense of longing and reflection. The idea of gathering the broken pieces of your heart in solitude is poignant and relatable. The rhythm flows nicely, and the emotional depth resonates well throughout. It captures the beauty found in stillness and the healing that comes from embracing solitude. Excellent work!

[dusky quail]

THANK YOUUU