By Sakibur Rahman Arnab

A feeling of deep distress 

Suffocating me; I must confess

An air of melancholy surrounds me

Flowers do not bloom in my tree

Misery creeps in and that swiftly turns to depression,

The sorrow that enshrouds me has no direction.

My soul is weeping the cries of despair 

Alone on this abandoned earth, no one seems to care.

Shedding tears for another soul

My heart is made of coal

In a state of utter desolation

The root of all heartache is an expectation

Abandoned in a dimension of darkness

Surreptitiously shedding tears in emptiness

I gaze up at the sky

Pondering leaving all behind and fly

Contemplating devastating sorrow,

No joy for tomorrow, 

A feeling of deep distress

Suffocates me; I must confess.