This is the end

Neither subtle nor vague
Fanning out like a plague
An unflinching outbreak
Wrecking all in its wake

There is nowhere to hide
There is no alternate
All I can do is wait
Till you come seal my fate

Time just loses its worth
Limb to toe, I but ache
Life seems fleeting at best
War is lost, I forsake

As I breathe in your scent
Let you contaminate
Feel you course through my veins
Break my core, make me shake

Inhibitions all shed
In the throes of a quake
Basic instincts ruling
Let chaos overtake

I forget who I am
In your cold harsh embrace
And I finally give in
To the thrill of the chase

– Yousuf Bawany

Weekly Photo Challenge: Solitude

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When you have two kids under the age of six, solitude is a precious commodity. You spend the entire day being a friend, an enemy, a teacher, a doctor and more often than not, a referee; raising kids is no easy job, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.

When the day is finally over and I have tucked my children in for the night, I find nothing more comforting than the pages of a book. Here’s a picture I took tonight to personify my love for the written word. Enjoy!