Poem :: Hear My Call


Hot and humid, cold and dry;

There's everything in extreme,

Trapped here inside

this vessel, unseen and unheard.

Darkness engulfs the distant walls,

A never-ending bottom aids my free fall;

Emptiness within reverberates,

In the silence of the hall;

Reach for me and grab what you can,

If you hear this call.


Asra Ghouse


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