I Have Forsaken Both Rest And Peace Poem by Samah Khan

I have forsaken both rest and peace,
The silence of the forest reverberates inside my head,
And at night my bed is a hollow grave of leaves.

Twelve nights and eleven days I've walked for naught,
No bird alighted my hand, no animal hungered after my scent
Unfairly enough, even death could not be found when sought.

Such journeys as this has my life been
My eyes are blinded by the sights I've seen
Yet the meaning of existence is yet to be known,
A million people like me have tried and gone.

Plagued by the hardness of a life I hated,
And armed with the knowledge that I hated it,
I stepped out of my skin to feel the rain on my soul
And got drenched in hail that ate at me bit by bit.

No luck prevailed and sleep evaded me
As I trekked on into the treacherous Alps of my life to find the pain
And found that it wasn't a bullet wound that had pierced my soul,
But a thorn caught in the flesh of my toe.