A Disease
Can anyone die of sadness
Like a disease feasting on life from inside
I wish and wonder often
When will these blues come to the shore to drown me finally
Why am I a weightless cloud staying afloat still
Drastically heavy with rain of pain
Darkness is my sanctuary
where emptiness is my only friend
No matter, night or day
I am a prey
To numbness - which leaves me astrayed
I know no language to talk to my demons here
Because my words are exhausted
So I want to rest forever
and forget everyone's names
Will God care enough to embrace me, when no one else did?
~Ayesh
Copyright © Ayesha Iqbal | Year Posted 2023
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