Your Stories

The days I turn wild and rage full 

are the days I long to be with you

I long to see your glorious mind;

to hear your stories of lost time

The days I turn to madness are

the days I feel shackled

to the bonfires of my bosses

to the planks of these hallways

that lead nowhere

Daily I return, collecting paper

like ants collecting the sands 

of the earth,

on their backs

I return

mad and burnt by the monotony

burnt by this never-ending trail

of the mad

   of the stuck  

      of the gluttony

I carry, weighted on my shoulders

the dreams of others

I return

spent-out and burning

with this agony of longing

the agony, of agonies!

waiting to hear 

your wonderful stories.

©️Jay Mora-Shihadeh

Photo by Suzy Hazelwood from Pexels

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