Pilgrimage

Just some free-styling with emotions

Never go to mecca when you're in love with someone

who does not love you

you will pray and pray

for your soul to be healed

simultaneously tasting his fire in your mouth

every time your tongue caresses your lips in clarity before a sentence

or to wipe a tear instinctively

to consume

it feels as though they are engulfed in flames

The cool zam zam calms it

Yet does not cure it

A dormant disease

You will waste prayer for him

Go to the black stone to kiss it

Singing

"Ya Allah cure me of him"

Muttering

"Ya Allah make him happy, let him be happy"

I saw you again after I went

Devastated to see your eyes in pain

Angry because my prayer was not accepted

Angry because I wasted words

For a man who does not love me

Why are you sad? I want to hold you