Shadow Poem by Noorruddin Sawaf

Darkness. Darkness is where I felt in peace and calm, where all of my thoughts just disappeared and everything else was at my control on my palm.

It was where I found myself, ensuring that I would not be hurt as much as before. I would sit in my room within darkness, though I hate the cold dark gloom but I would always welcome it right at my door.

Darkness was the only one who comforted me at my darkest hours, in the midst of pain and at my calamity I cower.

I was hated to the point that I felt pain as I awoke every morning, so much so that I would stay awake staring at the wall hoping- and wondering why and how I awoke today.

I could not bear to look up to my creator since I felt all I do was not worth the prayer.

I sank…deeper…further…as I desired the life of the dead, knowing that I felt being unwanted.

The ways I thought of myself, I felt nothing more than just another ice shelf.

My life was filtered with forlorn figures, with the sentiment of hurt and faked features.

There were times when I would consider looking up and wondering how it would all come to an end.

Asking questions that I know not of the answer since I was a farfetched god sent.