Cry of the Shadow.
Terror.
A locked room.
Sealed doors.
Silence.
On the wall—
a beast
watching.
Outside,
the world
ends without announcement.
Locusts.
One breath—
a thousand years gone.
Evening burns.
The city sleeps
on broken roads.
Inside my chest
a shadow cries.
Masks fall.
Freedom rots.
At death’s edge
hands search for hunger’s light.
Walls mourn.
Streets bleed.
I stay awake—
while the city dies in sleep.
poem by Ibrar Sami