The scorched wind dragged me into the immensity of who I am not.
A forlorn life exhaled as a paradox of my being was born.
The mirror seeks for my likeness
but only a distorted image looms
as my heart and soul are strewn across my camouflaged self.
I screamed for the reason why everything of me is concealed
but no one heeds me.
This is my fate.
To be lost and be forever doomed
in this quiescent wreckage.