No Longer

Antorious Atallah

No longer will I speak of forsaken dreams… 
Nor will I entertain the thoughts of old flames…. 
For flames they were, that burnt in my imagination… 
Never were they a conflagration… 
A situation… 
Where the self pined for another's soul… 
But an urge, an escape, a cape with which I covered the pains of life… 
And the strife that depleted the self… 
A sham emotion and a flagrant smite to reason and sight… 
For the heart I sought is but another's…