A Husk

whats left of you is whats best for you

A Husk

What is sweetness?

Not a pleasure burdened.

Nor revenges left to burning.

But to taste ease among hardships..

With belief to be pleased with your hour..

Weaved into trips through the montage of time..

Does the heart cry nostalgia?

Or does it never forget?

If I was a leper

These memories wouldn’t stick.

Where does the outcast go?

Slinking in shame,
or lurking in woes?

Silence hugs as no one knows.

Sweetness is this:

Personal vision

Manifest incision

Of commitment in decision.

Soon enough…

No longer imprisoned.

Author's Note

the willies

Reviews

[Rene Salinas]

I think you meant "No revenges left for burning" or " No revenges left to burn - in" that little detail aside. The questioning behind the lines are full of yearning. The irony of the writing though is that you name it the Husk and yet there is no superficiality whatsoever or a seedling of intention to sow. It sounded more like a digging through experiences that felt short of what you wanted and hence judgement fell upon them. There is a little bitterness even as you go telling us what you found and thought about sweetness and the lack of reciprocity maybe...

I guess the sweatness will never become a weakness.

Thanks so much.

[Radad Ibn Nasir]

Thank you so much for your insight, i really appreciate the feedback and absolutely pleased in what you revealed, much of what I was trying to get across. Thanks again. Peace and Blessings.