Dunhill Poem by Rahma Khalid

As I sit in this dark room
With nothing around but cruel coldness

I rise my lighter up and burn my dunhill
To make it the only thing shining in emptiness

What is the point of smiling?
If the only fake thing here is happiness

God, if this is the plane
Then I shall smoke this sickness

And feel it running through my lungs
Let my heart be lost in this mess

To be dead and spiritless
Haunted by loveless nights and sadness

As I stare at ashes of an ending sob story

Where are those people who called me moody?

You got me wrong, I'm a person who's unhappy

As I see the fire of the death killing me slowly

Breath after a breath, I forget how lonely

My heart is, hollowed and empty

As the grey smoke faded silently

Walls stopped hearing the screams of me
The shouts of an unknown pain inside of me

My dried eyes has finally broke into tears
Heavy waterfalls from both cheeks
Oh this is what my dunhill fears

dropp after a drop, it fades away
The flame of my black yesterday

It drops on the tip, and the smoke begin to vanish
And the sour showed up again
The bitterness, my very best friend
Did you miss me? Darkness here you are again