The Muse

By Shehana S

Neither angel nor world speaks to me,

I hear no words but still I search,

Hoping for some melody.

Sometimes I lean the walls of life,

Being helpless.

I search for the deeds done in past,

Yet the future feels bare.

I still count the stars, trace them,

hoping for a visible constellation.

I see some traces of guides,

As it is my only light to cut through

the darkness.

I call them hopes….

By Shehana S