Grief Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Dark that devours itself,
call it sorrow,
for there's isolation left,
Battle within, never be in cage:
Say, what you've to say.

When shall borders break,
Nomad, wandering through empty lanes,
ailing ruin on decay,
where resolve worth, to share,
Choose what you want to,
Do, for we were made.

Far away we're,
what's inside remains,
Those who find, never get lost,
Those without, in pain:
If you can't, How can I be.