Symphonies Of The Mind

By Rufaida Manzoor

I want these symphonies to make some sense,

They echo loud and feel immense.

They steal my sleep through every night,

And haunt my dreams without respite.

They swallow hope in silent screams,

Distorting all my sweetest dreams.

Each tear I’ve fought to never show

Escapes despite the strength I show.

I found myself at my lowest fall,

No strength to rise, no will at all.

So there I stayed, I stopped the fight,

Let reason fade into the night.

I reached for symphonies with grace,

Hoping they’d hold a softer place.

That lullabies would calm my chest—

A soothing song, a needed rest.

But I was wrong—deceived by me,

It was no song, no melody.

A symphony in cacophony,

Disguised in broken harmony.

I met my fear and called its name,

Yet all it brought was guilt and shame.

No comfort found, no guiding light,

Just deeper shadows in the night.

Now far from home, I roam alone,

In search of something I’ve not known.

Desperation’s bitter breath

Leads me down this path of death.

But still I write, and still I try,

To turn the scream into a sigh.

Perhaps one day, these songs of pain

Will bloom with peace instead of rain.

By Rufaida Manzoor