The Last Massage Poem by Amna Malik

Dear stranger
i send my resignation since you don't care
i fought with me and i lost more
i moved my office to an autumn flour
cause with you i lived in summer pure
Dear stranger
spiders sets their nets on our shade
and waiting becomes like bitterness
when am still thinking it's my fate
i can live in your sunny laughter
but worries would be my mate
Dear stranger
season of love ends for us and
now we living in the edge of sorrow
we begged our agony to save us tomorrow
but our patience is already borrowed
Dear stranger
i send you free and wish company
i appeal the world to show empathy
and me, am leaving to other balcony
cause in here sadness starts it ceremony