The Narratives – Mohamed Miah

Mohamed Miah | The Narratives

There are moments when tears fall, silent and true,

Memories awaken, they come flooding through.

The smell, the touch, the sound of her near,

Alive in the shadows, alive in the tear.

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I remember her, yes — but more than her face,

The struggle, the madness, the loneliest place.

Nothing more brutal, nothing so rough,

Than drowning in love that was never enough.

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It was madness, it was beauty, it was searing pain,

A fire that destroys, then builds you again.

And even now, when the memories appear,

Tears fall not to grieve, but to heal what is here.

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Remember the nights you could not eat,

Sickness and sorrow in every heartbeat.

Worse than Romeo — he left, he was gone,

But you survived, carrying it on.

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Remember the pillow that muffled your cries,

The silence that covered the truth of your eyes.

Protecting the world from the sound of your fall,

Even as loneliness swallowed it all.

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Remember the years when your soul went numb,

No feelings, no tears, no place to run.

A soldier of life, with a hollow chest,

Marching each day, denying the rest.

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Remember when pride was the rug at your feet,

Pulled from beneath you, defeat after defeat.

You let them step on you, walk, and ignore,

Because you believed you deserved even more.

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Perhaps you did — but not for their lies,

Their shallow reasons, their blinded eyes.

The truth was darker, too heavy to say,

A secret to carry till your final day.

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Buried in silence, hidden in breath,

A weight to descend with you into death.

Under the earth, where the shadows keep,

The secrets you guard, the pain you weep.