By: Jehangir Saleh
Written: June 7, 2004

I do not believe in rampant sunsets
Those moments where you think you are safe
And really
You are just blind

There is no feeling when I wear my shoes
There is no feeling
There are dreams, but even the smallest are built
So tiny
That they too fall

This house is barren and cold
You sleep in the corner
And tell me hope is something I haven’t made up
But you are in the poem
I have made it up
And the floor continues to be
Barren and cold

Empty hope