GRIEF Poem: Was I ever, anyway?, by Adeeba Asif

A lot changed in a moment; nothing is the same.
The hush in my room is a scream,
I closed my eyes to a fractured dream.
Dreams and peace have long been gone,
I sleep for hours to seek someone.

A lot changed in a moment, nothing is the same,
afterall, I am just a pawn in the greys,
drifting lost in endless maze,
step by step but never free,
a silent piece- forgotten me.

Peace and happiness- ghosts in air,
standing afar with sinister stare.
They smile cold and I call them close,
I give a hand that never reach,
they whisper truths they never preach.

“You’re not the same,” they softly say,
I smile—was I ever, anyway?

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