Sometimes, I feel so alone.
The shadow of an emotion once felt
Falls through the empty chasms of my heart.
The warmth long gone,
It hits the bottom with a resonating clatter.
Eyes once bright with joy
Are now dark and melancholy,
Staring lifelessly into a distant future.
Something stirs ahead,
But is met with little more than a phlegmatic blink.
A mouth usually so talkative
Is silenced by the frail stream of words
That dance a pensive adagio across my tongue.
How can I speak
Without the will to voice my loneliness?
A secluded existence,
Alien to its intrusive surroundings,
Is a continuously assiduous struggle.
But a solitary thought brings comfort:
"Inna ma'al usri yusra..." (Verily, with every difficulty there is relief) [Al-Quran, 94:6]
~Natasha Farooq~
~23/12/10~