Twelve Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

These days apart,
Between the barricades of love and sympathy.

The agony that lies,
Within this small heart.

Little do I know the reason I tell lies.
The truth of confession seems to compromise.

I am not sure.
As to why I feel misery within this cure.

Unexplained percussions.
Speak their movements as uncalled predictions.

I am lost with chaos.
Feels so aloof in this havoc.

How do I erase this feeling?
I feel as it is consuming my every being.