Unread Poem by Asma Khan

I feel tangled and helpless
Roaring loudly but breathless

As vulnerable as the house of cards
Endangered and extinct between the guards

All seems like a dream that past
With all joys but nothing last

So much tired to death and fragile
Need my soul to be free and exile

I would not come back to this world
Even if my ways are stared and pearled

I am asked to pay for every desire
Which set my soul to lay on fire

Yet I am silent and calm in this storm
Leading a pathway to this norm

I can't control what's going on
So don't lay the blame along

You can't see the blind side of the mirror
When the moons and stars are nearer

I won't cry out loud to show the pain
Have to live anyway even if there is no gain