Glass by Seyed Mohammad Abaft

By Seyed Mohammad Abaft

Looking through this transparent glass

I can see the disgusting side to this world

I can see The Pain

The Suffering

The Disease

The Torture

The Death

That this world has to offer

Looking upon this reflective glass

I can see The Animal

The Monster

The Demon

That I have become!

Through the decisions that I have made

The decisions which has caused pain and suffering to my loved ones

All I can do now, is break this glass, and look at the world and myself

The way I want to.

Through my eyes, and not through some transparent, translucent, reflective Glass.

Socks by Seyed Mohammad Abaft

By Seyed Mohamad Abaft

 

Many things comes to mind when someone looks at a sock

Christmas

Comfort

Shoes

Sports

Stinky feet

Athlete’s foot

But when I am looking at this small cute baby socks

I think of my child, her innocence, her cute laugh

The smile that could melt a million hearts

The day when she took her first step makes a grown man cry

Even if he were the most cold hearted Son of a Bitch man you have met

The trials of being a father of a female teenager

Makes you turn into the chief of police when she brings home her “friends”, yes I’m talking about those low life punk looking gangster boys

And to think she was the little princess I’ve raised, and now she’s wearing a short skirt with a tank top

Now we come to her college graduation, the moment when you feel that joy and sadness have met

She is now a full grown woman, who has overcome the challenges of having a full education, and not being interviewed by Dr. Phil during her teenage life

Now let’s end this memory and go meet my granddaughter.

Birth by Seyed Mohammad Abaft

Your Birth was a Gift
It made me feel Reborn
The second I looked into your eyes
That I would find my Sunshine
My Star
My Heaven
Your innocent eyes
Are like a dagger
Piercing into my Soul
I have walked these steps before
And now so shall you!

Ink by Sayed Mohammad Abaft

By Seyed Mohammad Abaft

My life is stained with darkness,

Like a drop of thick ink on paper

Of all the things I witnessed

The Death, the Destruction

The things I never did

To stop this darkness

The questions I never asked

Would have ended this suffering I had

If only I had a hand to pull me up

I would reach my Utopia

My Perfection

My Wonderland

The place where I can feel free again

Free from this ink

For now I must start a new page

Remove the stains on my paper

The darkness of that ink

The pain I suffered

To reach my new haven.