I was thinking in a dark room
The room was dark
And my thoughts were dark too
The light was off in the hall
The light was off in my brain too
I was thinking long and hard
Thinking in that dark
Dark room
Plenty of worry
Plenty of strife
Long and traumatic
Deep and relentless
I was still in that dark unlit room.
No one came to see me
I was all alone
In my world and
Needing my space
I had only my thoughts for company
I strove hard on my own
I wanted to be free
But I had to slave to win the day
Plenty of worry
Plenty of strife
Long and traumatic
Deep and relentless
I was still in that dark unlit room.
I was frenzied yet dispassionate
Tortured yet calm
I was needing friends yet alone
I was drunk with sorrow
The world was buffeting me
And I was too distraught to resist
I was needing comfort
But all I got was pain
Needing a shoulder
But getting only a rocky pillow
Plenty of worry
Plenty of strife
Long and traumatic
Deep and relentless
I was still in that dark unlit room.
Visions of today melting into the next
In that unlit room
Reveries from yesterday mingling with the distant past
There was no hope for remedy, no hope
For extrication from
Pain
Worry
Disturbance of the soul
Or maybe I was paying
For my sins
The wrongs of my youth
Maybe I was paying for the evils
I had committed as a kid
I was derailing
My spirit needed rest
But I needed to work
And could afford it no respite
One needs another working for him to rest
But I was all alone
I was by myself.
About the Creator
Shahid Ali
a humble poet
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