Melancholy Poem by Najila Naji

From a victim of darkness, pleading happy fate,

sick and tired of smiling, busy making self-hate.

Ugly dreams of grave wakes me up at night—

now it's only me and the silent pitch-black light.

A time when both great and grief thought comes,

creating either my mind or heart full of lumps.

Just want an escape; hope not a disastrous end,

deeply holding the broken side I can never lend.

Soon a shadow of pain knocks for no gain,

now I am an alive massive cloud about to rain.

Making a beautiful grin to my haunting pain,

Angrily this time, the pain stings my brain.

Watching me hardly breath, spooky death calls,

Sweetly both me and my ticking clock on the wall.

Ready to sadly kill myself; just to happily bleed,

now to the heaven but let the wet mud shield.

Memories flashes by and my heavy soul aches,

To the God I return; hoping the heaven can't be fake!