The Royal Horse by Warda Waheed

I am a doer of crime,

I am a breaker of laws,

Within my heart lay many flaws.

Tears shed my eyes, I cry in pain.

Let it stop, this time is vain.

Nothing is promised here, 

so let my sensation disappear.

Let me ride the royal horse,

Its timeless entities never die of course.

This ticking clock screams a horrid sound

What has not been lost cannot be found.

I must lose myself in unconscious thought,

Where my desires cannot be fought.

I'll cover my eyes and hope for better things,

Like the embedded vows in wedding rings.

Let's me get lost in these thoughts till I don’t need speech

Where my livelihood is out of reach. 

Meaning of this work: 

The royal horse is death and the speaker desires to die.  

It Sets, It Rises

 Liam looked out at the most striking sunset he had ever laid his eyes on. He wondered why he had never bothered to look at one before. That day he decided that he would watch a sunset everyday for the rest of his life. It was at that moment he realized he had been so caught up in his work that he forgot to actually live his life. Ever night from that day forward his wife would make a sweet cup of hot chocolate and they would watch the sunset, tougher. It did not matter how many times he looked at the same scenery, through the same window his heart would pound every time.

            The sunset reminded him of his childhood, days on the beach and his mothers smile. Sometimes he yearned to revisit those memories, but that was impossible now.

            The doctors had come to announce he did not have much time left. So he glanced at his wife, and within a heart beat she rolled his bed over to the only window in the room. She gave him support as he raised himself into the perfect position. The rays of the sun kissed the earth making the most perfect memory for his soul to dwell in for the rest of eternity. His eyes lit up and as it passed so did he.