Dark

The room was dark.

Sweat poured

from pores

to heart

to skin

to sheets

that held

houses drowning

in pools

of fear

collected from

racing hearts

held stagnant

and hurt

from abandoned

identities

and created

fallacies

of hope

As i watched those

that dared to leave

so they could live

run and

run and

run

in to unlit rooms

of 5.31 AM

–

Morning

 

© Hudson Biko

Photograph by Alieza Rizvie