The Old Wooden Door

Beautifully crafted mahogany
Not a splinter to be seen
Yet rotted with age
It gives a shining gleam

The hinges creak
Covered in rust
The golden doorknob
Caked in dust

The grain runs parallel
To one another
And I know
It’s older than my grandmother

But there is one thing
I know for sure
Is that I’m going to miss
That Old Wooden Door

– Kauthar


Before the End

Only two months left they tell him
Tears spring to my eyes
I clutch at my chest
The truth can no longer be disguised

I can’t bear to look
What could I possibly say?
How could I form the words?
That everything will be okay

So I build up my walls
So high and so thick
I will be unmovable, strong
That should do the trick

As the days roll by
I shut away my breaking heart
I smile away the tears
And refuse to fall apart

I watch him grow weaker
So thin and so frail
Coming and going
A ghost, leaving no trail

I lock up my heart
And throw away the key
I will not break
This will not break me

I will support him
With encouragement and smiles
I will show him comfort
No one needs reminiscent wiles

Until his last days
He can’t move from the bed
He calls to me
Pulls me in and cradles my head

“Honey” he tells me
“These walls around your heart,
Tell me you love me,
Tell me you will miss me when we part”

“Speak to me of the days we lived
Of the happy times we had
Of the sad times, all of it
The good and the bad”

“I want to hear your voice
I want to talk of the end
I want to know
That you can mend”

Tears streamed down my face
And the walls came apart
And I cried at the pain
I had locked in my heart

And there we spoke
On the softness of our bed
We spoke of happiness, sadness, love
Of the past and the fabled times ahead

Those last days he lived
Filled me up more than the days before
And that’s how my heart could mend
Right before the end

– Wisaal


He rode on a great stallion
A man in a cloak of black
He took me on his steed
And we never looked back

The path was long and narrow
With thorny thickets everywhere
He manoeuvred around them
As if they were not there

We tread on the tedious path
Not once did we rest
He did not even stop
For his horse’s heaving breast

I thought of my friend
In the village of old
And my brethren
Now fighting the bitter cold

I almost smiled sadly
As fate became clear
And from my once dry eyes
Came forth a silver tear

Not a word was passed
But we enjoyed each other’s company
We then rode into the darkness
Into eternity

– Kauthar

The Spear

Felt it spread from my chest
Deep and slow
It burnt bright and hot
With a soft heart aching glow

Felt the shivers down my spine
Cold and trembling
No longer walking straight
Falling about and stumbling

Felt it consume my mind
It confused me so
It teased and laughed
And refused to let go

Felt it suddenly stop
It all became clear
Like someone was piercing
My heart with spear

Felt it all the way down
As it shattered my core
Yet it was surprisingly blissful
Not painful, not sore

Felt it lift the haze from my eyes
And I could clearly see
That the spear that pierced my heart
Was a feeling for him from me


– Wisaal