I stab the earth’s soft soil,
Murdering a pure life
As I dig into its malevolent heart,
Burying Ghosts of the Past.

They drag me along
In graves
Deep, dark, dismal.
To chasms abysmal.

Phantoms and specters,
Residing in the labyrinths of my brain,
In chambers of my heart.
A memento echoes.

An ember star glimmers,
Shining faint hope
Over the remnants
Of my memories.

The grave hauls me within.
Trapped amid its jaws
I plead for light,
Struggling to reach the surface,
Each crevice
Haunts me.

A rose wilts
Over my grave.
I drown in the earth’s soft soil,
One with its malevolent heart,
A miserable life murdered.
Till stars blow into oblivion
Bound eternally;
To Ghosts of the Past.

Ayaan Fahad is a poet from Lahore, Pakistan. He aims to write poetry that emotionally resonates with people and captures things left unsaid, incorporating raw emotion within his works.