On My Own
Couldn't find words in the noise to make an excuse
So I'm creating on my own to breathe now
But God forgot to give me creativity
Or maybe the whole me.
Dare not to argue, you will lose faith
My story was mine to tell!
Human started writing my story.
Was He tired? Was He watching?
If not, how did I drowned in this desert?
Luck loved me when it comes to play
Good was just the siren of bad-storm.
I suppose I am on my own now.
But I have always been weak,
My cry for love was overpowered by the outcry.
© 2021 Hasrat Humayun
Hasrat Humayun (author) from Dhaka, Bangladesh on May 07, 2021:
Thank you so much
Barbara Purvis Hunter from Florida on May 07, 2021:
I read your poem about your midnight thoughts. You are never alone because there are many Hubbers on HubPages waiting to hear from as you comment on their hubs.
Welcome to HubPages where the we delight in sharing our thoughts, poems and short stories and even songs.
Sunday Americans celebrate Mothers' Day--so I wish you a happy Mothers' Day and take care.