Confusion

By Ayaan Vaswani

Where am I?

What is this place?

Why is there nothing but darkness

Crushing me?

Why can I not see them

In my head?

Those who I love?

The boy with the books he loves?

The girl with her canvas and brushes?

The woman with eyes like sparkling jewels?

‘What people?’

It says.

I don’t know.

The answers are gone now.

The questions are too.

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My eyes open.

I know who I am.

I look up from my metal-framed bed.

They are here.

Ashen-faced.

My son, with the books he loves.

My daughter, with her canvas and brushes.

My wife, her eyes like sparkling jewels.

My mouth opens.

I see the tears in their eyes.

But the darkness returns.

Where am I?

Those people

Who were they?

‘What people?’

It says.

By Ayaan Vaswani