Apoem
I stayed awake to write a poem
Not the one that taps impatiently on my thoughts
Not the one that spills
Ink like wounds across the page
But maybe a poem
That leans against the window
And slips out
With the hush of the morning fog
Maybe a poem
That stands like a lamppost
Silent, glowing
Until the night forgets it
A poem that no hand will hold
No eye will read
No voice will echo
2025-09-27
Amir hosseini khah
