It's kinda hard without you these days.
I'm as volatile as the Rand.
I can't roar when I'm:
Agitated of despair tracking  prey;
Vexed from my positive aims ;
Dishearted from abrupt failures.
I question my tenacity and ability to withstand challenges nature throws.
You were my pillar and reassurance.
I crave the immediate concerned reaction;
I'd die to have you salvage me from the darkness.
The warmth and security you gave me,
Aids me with my instability.
I miss those emergency responses and aids,
To create the tranquility that was once lost.
I long for your sweet voice:
To hush me like your own.
To gently stroke my emotional *****.
You were my sedative, my narcotic.
Currently i search the drug store for a fresh, potent drug to heal me better than you could ever do.

-Nuha Alli