Alam Shah

Darkness - Poem by Alam Shah

This discomfort-ness, this is all I have been feeling, how long has this feeling been a part of me? Why does it feel like it has been torturing me eternally? !

My whole being as if it was perpetually being cursed with the sensation of feeling pain in such a perceptive manner; enveloping me whole, as if reminding me on the purpose of my existence…and so I take a few deep breathes as if trying to balance out the darkness by inhaling light.

It is making me more and more uneasy; I feel the insides of my stomach churning with resentment…as if even the insides of my body are unhappy to be a part of me.

On the outside, the heat that surrounds my body seems overwhelming and getting exponentially heated. The state of this being is almost lost.

In a state of breathlessness and at the brink of hopelessness—he pours buckets of cold water unto his damaged soul, replenishing and watering the dying optimism, as he repeats this, darkness leaped away, buds of green optimism grew and gave way to clear sight once again. He is momentarily satiated until darkness comes again unannounced, smirking.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 7, 2016

Poem Edited: Monday, November 7, 2016

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