Nights fade
One into the other
Like stacked dominoes
Crashing
In the whispers
Revealing the nightmare
Of fears
Walking in the wasteland
Broken dreams
Pierce
Like shrapnel
Blood stains
Of regret
On these nights
Thinking
Is a lot like wilting
In waiting
For water
Aaishah Mayet hails from the City of Gold, Johannesburg, South Africa. She works in the Healthcare sector which, for her, has bridged the frontiers of our shared human experience. As a self-confessed bibliophile of many years, literature remains her teacher and her sanctuary. Her works include Haiku published in the Lotosblute, as well as poetry published online in the Agbowo Limits issue, Praxis, Poetry Potion, Active Muse, the Brittle Paper and Amaliah.