Stagnated

Why is the sun not rising yet?

Why

Is the sun

Not rising yet?

It seems that the world has stopped spinning,

Bringing on an eternal night.

But you are denied sleep;

Even a drop of sweat sounds like thunder,

And the ghosts (some imagined; some real)

Keep on haunting,

Over and over again.

Go through the horrors.

Go through the pain.

Rewound and replayed,

Relive each distressful detail

In slow motion.

And while you are at it,

Steal a glimpse of the moonlit horizon,

Behind your back,

And you ask yourself,:

Why is the sun not rising yet?

The temperature of the tension that surrounds

Is at where it boils,

But it will not evaporate.

And there are those who speak;

But they speak a bit too much.

Some say they are with you,

But they are nowhere to be seen.

Others

Just can’t seem to stop their negativity.

The distinctions between right and wrong appear blurred.

Gradually, but eventually, hatred is born

Out of this tension,

Out of this confusion,

And out of fear:

The fear of a haunted yesterday,

The fear of an uncertain tomorrow,

And the fear

Of a forever

Without a sun.

So now you stand,

Enveloped

By this claustrophobic darkness,

And surrounded

By all those fears;

And you keep on gazing at the horizon,

Hoping for an end to tonight,

But the thought
Of something even worse

Is always present

At the back of your mind.

Maybe one day

The world will spin again,

And tomorrow will finally come;

But by the time that takes place,

A black hole

Might replace the sun.

Rafi Omar