Whispers Between the lines

 I walked the miles you wouldn’t tread, Carried love you left unsaid. Each step a hope, each pause a plea, You froze mid-step, lost in stale air. I stitched my silence into thread, While you spun lies instead of care. I held the weight, I bore the cost You called it love, I call it loss. You watched me burn and stayed composed, Turned every open door you closed. I gave you grace you didn’t earn, And waited long past my own turn. You never asked, you never stayed, Just watched the debt I slowly paid. And when I broke, you turned your face As if you’d never known the place. Now every mile I walked for you Feels poisoned, blackened, cracked in two. Not every path is paved with worth Some roads just rot back into earth. So keep your silence, keep your pride, I’ll keep the truths you tried to hide. A lesson scorched in brutal style: Not every mile is worth the mile... Nidal Sati

 In the deep stillness of my endless night,   I wandered alone Unmoved by tears,   Unshaken by cries. If departure draws near,   Let it come I am not like you,   I do not fear   When the path is lost to us. In my own illusion,   I walked alone,   Unafraid of the road,   Or the torment of the impossible. I shall go on Unafraid of the ruthless wind   Should it rise Content with little. I will not force my steps to find a way,   No…   I will not search in my own ruin   For another love... Nidal Sati