Poem: Deceived

My life is in a clutter of sadness,
In the wrong places I looked for happiness.
In the quiet moments when I’m alone,
I”m transported into a world unknown.

I ask myself, “What have I gained?”
In the web of lies there was only pain.
I lived, I loved, I lost, I failed;
I was caged, tortured and jailed.

In the deceptive arms of dear life,
Wounded and stabbed with a knife.
Bleeding, hurting, tormented soul,
My heart now lives with a burning hole.

Life hears nothing one has to say,
The evil games that people play.
I ask Allah to hear my voice,
Those who hurt me will never rejoice!

Written By Shumila Malik