Life Poem by Mehrdad Dadkhah

Forgotten. Broken. Mended again.
Was the life what I thought of or what I repent?
Ashamed. Guilt-ridden. Yet keep on trying.
Shall I call out to myself or le‌ave my soul dying?
Frozen inside, the outside world is eerie quiet.
Am I being devoured by so called darkness, I once, desired?
Keeping that shiny laughter on and nodding In pain.
Am I a puppet willingly resting while being restraint?
Floating I thought where as I was flooded.
Can I laugh more or shall I leave the rest to be concluded?