The night fall, like a predator,
Scares me to stay awake,
Not a blink of sleep,
But abundant tears,
Most of which are reluctant,
To fall, to escape,
Like me they too are afraid.

The dawn however,
Lures me back to sleep,
Like a sweet melodious lullaby,
Taking away all my worries,
Like my mom who sings it,
The nightmares that follow,
Rob me off my trust.

The rude awakening of,
Phone calls from my parents,
Every mid-afternoon,
Leaves me with a blinding headache,
A churning stomach,
A racing heart, a breaking soul,
Snatching my innocence.

The hungry calls of my sister,
Drags me into every evening,
Cooking for dinner, the following,
Day’s breakfast and lunch,
Chop and cooking urging me
To cut my fingers or burn my palms,
Leaving me too weak to go through.