Harrowing Feeling
You harrow my feelings like a log,
It is on flames, and entering the sweetness.
Describe the clatter and clang of tools
And find me a world of dangerous smoke.
A vent provides the air to be sweet
And wholly delicious, like the pastry
And the food of chocolates.
Necromancy smiles at my belongings
As it tinily mentions my name and holdings.
The harrowing emotions I devise
Are innocent for the time being.
Mighty logs of fire are crafted to aid
The air with smoke, and heat has entered
Like hell has exhaled.
poem by Naveed Akram
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