Despair's Regards

By Arbia Enam

Wandering alone, fighting the urge to cry.

Trying to find, where did my peace hide.

Behind the trees? Or overpowered by shadows?

Above the sky? Or lost in the meadows?

It's hard to find, that escaped feral,

without it my soul is becoming a rebel.

Soon I would start to revolt, 

against my own intuitions.

Which would entirely change me, 

and my perceptions.

And then pierce my mind, 

longing to find the answers.

Torture me once again 

to use those blades and scissors.

Losing myself, trying to keep my sanity intact,

While the mind explodes with the terror attacks.

Got strayed in the search, of that vicious hound.

Now I am lost, 

nowhere to be found.

By Arbia Enam