This Paper Of Sand And Dust

So alone...no where to go...no reason to live

Here in this midnight...where silence plays a tune

Forlorn in a minute...a longing...this dance of shadows

The blatant truth of gone...still singeing my soul

The hum of the fan...the glowing white monitor

This worn out keyboard...and cans of deep drink

A saviour of tomorrow...but sorrow eats emptiness

The dining...the writhing...and the pining...in my dark room

The dream that goes to nowhere...the faith in God afar

Of where and when and why... and society that stays so shut

To whom should I send this rambling...how far can I go from here?

So long have I but scribbled...on this paper of sand and dust...to what ends?

How long now...must I keep on living...must I keep on wishing

And to hold the sky...falling backwards...what ill-willed fate is this?

I sense no lifeline...blank beckoning...false hopes...pouncing on dirt...

Till all are but carvings...intaglios...on this stone of a heart...

Killing hopes...wishing death...biding time...

Feeling lost...breaths of pain...then came demise

Wrapped in insolence...flown by deception

And in the end...there's destiny...unneeded...

SAIF MINTAKA
KL
2013