"Flood (011724)" by Hassen Ismail Beynah
- poet
- May 25
- 1 min read
The continuous thoughts about you flood my mind as each day and time passes
The never-ending self-questioning to withhold the feeling deep within my body
where I can’t identify but still feel piercing and overtaking me day by day
The never-ending questioning of if the feeling is mutual, like a record player left on
play
As time passes, the feeling overtakes the body, which turns to anger and
frustration
Anger and frustration only when this feeling is remembered, or maybe it is the
thought of not being with you or not being able to
Or is the fear of never being with anybody
The self-doubts that keep you up at night once the world shuts down and your
body is starting to do the same
- For Abo
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