Cradle Poem by Hasina Khan

Silence, sadness, loneliness I feel
Poor soul, life has dealt this being such a raw deal
Feeling sorry for myself, what a shame
Is it me, is sorrow my name?

Changes come soon, I can’t take this feeling
Will these changes make me new
Anger, hatred, fear I feel
Is it me, no! So whose life can it be?

Time, time, are you on my side
Or what, how dare u treat this body so unkind
Rollercoaster ocean liner, they all the same
One picks you up the other lets you down

Is that just life, or is it my misery
Can’t I just be part of history
No, energy, no life, no me!
Maybe, maybe that’s how it is suppose to be
Sorry, sorry, sorry for me
But why, Oh why, is it not I that make me!

A pick me up, mmm, that’s what I need
No drugs no drink no food inside me
Oh mommy dear what wise words would you have whispered in my ear
Be strong, my dear you need your strength

Smile; think positive echoes in my head
Shut up! Who would miss me when I am dead

Cradles End

The fight, the struggle, the tension rises
Anxiety, depression, all these fancy words
Means nothing when all is deserted

Time passes, strength regained,
Mommy’s words still echoes in my head

Just one of many life’s lessons learnt
Stronger, wiser, confidence I feel
Positive energy revealed
Knowledge power I am craving now
Solitude is deep inside

The darkness is different,
How u might ask
I’m sinking deeper I’m understanding the soul
The very essence of euphoria loss of control
Impeccable desire fades,
No need for money or success
The infinite need to find the balance has exited

My obituary
I am one with me