Recluse Poem by Hanan Muzafar

Brittle fibres from hollow sighs,
morbid and awake conscience,
without any heartbeat;
Wretched and decayed,
dragging baggage to breach,
who are these folks in crowd,
standing stagnant and motionless,
where from they come,
and where do they go.

Recluse runaway,
Abandoned with cactus left in skull,
Somewhere far away,
unknown through alleys,
hurled in concrete,
with rust on back, and broken trust in just,
Staring shadows, defeated and done.

Gripped by strange fear,
where whimper faint,
As you drown, and water deep;
You don't feel,
Indifference brought in you,
Nightmares that haunt your being,
and wilderness that speaks.