Long Life

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28/10/2013 by Siddiqui Fayesal

The bomb went off in my sleep.
It fell through the roof apparently.

The blast had taken away the
Wall of my kitchen.
I didn’t waste a tear on that.

I saw a body near
The discarded pizza box
From last night.

It wore a little something
The tulip design
On the beige background.

The ringing in my ears like
A long drone
Refused to die.

Like I needed a reminder
After I washed my wife’s
Half blown face.

I needed her to cry;
To scream at her loudest;
To abuse and to pull her hair.


The blood ran to the floor with

Her face was half alive. The
Ghost of her beauty
Lay between us
Like a thin veil.

I tried to find her mouth to
Kiss her one last time.

It was dead, like how a
Part of me was.

Her lips were nothing but a
Bloody mass of sinew.

Nothing more than a phantom.

My instinct told me to run.
It was late when I found the
Strength to stand.

But found myself on my face.
And the silver barrel

Aimed at my head.

I was the agony.
It came crashing down on me.

I was collateral damage
In the heavenly games of
The Gods.

And the purpose was
Heavenly, no doubt.

But my wife was the one that died.

I lived on to a 100,
And I wonder about the humour
In God’s eyes.

It was Heavenly, no doubt,
But I spent every minute
Cursing my long life.

Siddiqui F.

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