When darkness in me reaches its height,
I sit by the window and turn off the lights.
Weary heart and thoughts conflicted,
With relentless pain I’m inflicted.
What’s this place where I see no road?
I’m out here alone in the cold.
Tired of hurdles and hardships,
Relying on prayers and worship.
In me lives sadness and despair,
For the debacle ahead how do I prepare?
I wait everyday and every hour,
Help me God! You have the power!
Tortured soul, eyes filled with tears;
Struggling to fight my fears.
My dream seems to have shattered,
My existence, does it even matter?
Written By Shumila Malik