Captive

It held me and captivated me as long as an hour,
I am the captive of you now, offering peace;
But you have not struggled as much as me,
My dying encases the life of yours, brimmed with safety.
Internally I demand something of treasure,
The days are longer than a month, forming a year.
I am waiting forcibly, I created a new season
Of thoughts inside the other gloss of the mind.
An island of ideas has emerged for me
In the mouth, in the heart and the brain.

poem by Naveed Akram
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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