CALL ME HOME

It is dark like a lonely night sky

Dreary and dismal

suffocating my very being

My heart beats faster with a dull thumping sound

Though it loves no more

Nor does it cherish hope

Life seems like a sad, sad dream

The undaunted absence of smiles

And cheery words

Sucks the soul

Out of my body

Dire depression overwhelms like a heavy quilt

Woven with broken dreams and a few vices

Darkness everywhere

Within and without

Curbs the happiness

Once I felt in my heart

Its death

In me

Which loneliness takes to bed

Every teary night

Nothing sparks anymore

Futile attempts at love

Are made

Love,

Which disappeared long before

I could find its soothing balm

Love,

Which averted its path from my own

There is no other end

To my weary tale

If ever there is to be

It is where I am.

MARYAM H. VIQAR

2018