November Wordsworth

Desolate & isolated in a ring of darkness Cremated in a cue of agony Like a dying flame In vein I rummage for emotional grip.  A melody of death lingers in my mind Night and day That's sets my soul ablaze In a solitude of hysterical overwrought.

Winds blow across A tear stained face behind a veil Scorched as her standing ground With bruised hands & feet Deprive & distraught Make the day Amidst despair Her only hope is in Allah Walks midst the fragments of joy Along the ruins of emptiness Forsaken & forgotten. #vss365