© Lozan Yamolky
The void in my soul
that used to be yours to fill
no longer fits you.
Get out of my life;
get out of my heart;
get out of my future!
Your ego has grown big;
there’s hardly any room,
even for me to be within myself;
how is this even possible?
The sweet words
that come out of your mouth
in the presence of others
and they hurt me;
they cut like a razor.
Your presence aggravates me,
even hearing you breathe
It is as if there is no longer enough air to breathe
for the two of us in this house.
Countless lonely nights;
I cried myself to sleep;
you lay next to me yet not with me;
withholding love and companionship
while you are by my side;
night after night, year after year.
Now you try to reach out wanting to touch me?
Now you miss me?
Now you want me?
Stop touching me –
Stop trying –
I no longer enjoy the taste of food;
flowers have lost their fragrance;
even the rain drops,
falling from the sky on cold days,
cut like ice on my face
because my heart has stopped loving.
Our steps are no longer in sync when we walk;
we no longer understand each other’s words;
our eyes hardly meet;
I cannot recall the last time
my lips desired yours.
Time stands still when we are together;
the silence… is… killing… me.
Our love started in flames
and lit up the skies with beautiful fireworks
for all to witness, enjoy and admire;
it is ending with molten lava
that is burning everything in its path;
even melting rocks.
Everyone is taking refuge now
and hiding from us
because it is over.
I no longer love you.
I no longer want to be with you.
I am setting myself free.
Get out of my life!
© Lozan Yamolky
From Poetry book: Counting Waves
Published by: Silver Bow in 2017
Published by Lozan Yamolky
First and foremost, I would like to acknowledge that I humbly live on the traditional, unceeded territories of the səlil̓wətaʔɬ (Tsleil-Waututh), Sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish) & xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam) Nations. Thank you for allowing me to live on your land —Vancouver, BC Canada.
I am a Canadian citizen who migrated from Kurdistan —Present day Northern Iraq, in 1995 after spending over a year as an asylum seeker in Turkey.
I was born and raised in Baghdad in 1972, I am the fifth of eleven children; three boys and seven girls –one brother passed away in infancy.
I am the author of ( I’m No Hero) and ( Counting Waves ) published by: Silver Bow Publishing. I am dedicating my third book of poems ( Dreamers Needed ) to my teenage boys, Trey, 15 and Wyatt, 13.
I started reciting my poems for the first time in 2013 at The Holy Wow Poets Canada in Maple Ridge. I am currently a member of the Canadian Authors Association, Federation of BC Writers, The Royal City Literary Art Society and the Holy Wow Poets Canada. I am presently the secretary of the Royal City Literary Arts Society. I work as a freelance interpreter.
I was commissioned in the fall of 2017 to write a poem about the refugee experience to DaCapo Chamber Choir in Toronto. The event will feature my poem “I am here” in spring 2019.
I was one of the recipients of the 2018 Distinguished Poet Award from WIN– Writers International Network Canada and was 3rd place winner at the 2018 Tagore Festival Peace Poems contest. Since first sharing my poetry in 2013, I have featured in numerous poetry events throughout the Greater Vancouver area.
My work has been published in The Royal City Poets Anthologies (Silver Bow Publishing), The Royal City Literary Arts Society online magazine eZine, Wordplay at Work, Creative Quills Ink Verse (North Vancouver), Celebrate Canada 150 and Culture Days From Far and Wide (Multicultural Creative Writing Collection 2017) and the 2018 Holy Wow Poets Anthology (Maple Ridge).
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