3 Weeks A Disaster Poem by Zubaida Boland

3 weeks with no water
with no air to breathe
my door is closed
there's no noise
the unwanted peace
the windows of hope are broken
working so hard and thinking
i'll screw up anyway
low self esteem
makes me work unfaithfully
for the unknown
it's true
coz after 3 weeks living in deserted room
the result was disappointing
i realized that it wasn't worth the pain
i wish i could make it up
for these days
but the feelings of regret
take me down to hell: &