Loved, Hated, Dominated. Poem by Parray Shahid

Loved, Hated, Dominated;
I seek an answer,
For I am created-
Why? With a skin
That reflects naught
But a false reflection
Upon a mirror; stained,
Leaving dreary contrails
Knowing no transparency
But whispers to me
In a babel of voices,
That truism has dulled
In polished faces
And innocence has faded
In fabricated souls
Foraging for glory
In a vague two-some appearance
But to a denial,
Of the salvation hereafter
That shall be attained
Not by a destitute being
But thy merest consent…!