In the hollow room, silence echoes
a prayer breaks through, gentle yet firm
from the minaret, it spills over
filling the morning air with restless notes
I pause, as if caught in a net
as the ashtray overflows with yesterday's regrets
and the night lingers in the corners
The call, it rises and falls like breath
each word a pulse, a reminder
of what was left unsaid, undone
anger simmers beneath the surface
held back by the weight of dawn
while the room remains empty, waiting
for something more than echoes
Outside, the world begins its stir
yet within, I am still caught
between the past and the present
the ashtray a silent witness
to nights spent in futile dreams
and mornings filled with unanswered questions
as the prayer continues its steady rhythm
In this space, I find a strange peace
not all must end or begin anew
some stories are meant to linger
unfinished, like the cigarette's last breath
or the prayer that fades into light
I accept the incomplete, the unresolved
and embrace the dawn as it is