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