"griefstricken" poems
I see the way people stare
Making me feel worthless
I act like i dont care
But griefstricken and helpless
Painfully shy
Always felt so weak
Confidence was something i lacked
With diminishing self esteem, as time went by
I realised fear is a choice
When given the chance,engulfs the soul
I discovered my voice
Made the Quran my companion
Though it was a hard struggle
But prayer made me feel whole.
Dec 9, 2014
Dec 9, 2014 at 6:04 PM UTC
If you feel it surge
through your body
and no one's around
to witness; then
you're home free;
in your bubble of
Truths, where the
crimson fiends
burst through the doors
and splattered
across the floor,--
You there,
wondering where
the heart has gone;
Your skeleton
knows no bounds
as it rests comfortably
between the jaws
of tradition
and sickness;
your sanctuary
of insanity
Only you know
the way out of
nowhere;
and only you
hear the screams
of the undying
thirst.
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 2:16 AM UTC