By: NAA DOODUA DOODU (THE LITTLE OBSERVER)
I gave the world my all, my best,
I loved it more than I loved me,
And, in giving, I was blessed.
But it could not return what I could see.
It took my trust, my time, my soul,
And left behind a gaping hole.
My greatest fear came to life
To lose my heart and mind in strife.
What is this bond they call a friend?
A fading warmth that cannot mend?
Familiarity breeds only scorn,
And joy is lost before it’s born.
In winning, losing, both the same
An empty space, a dying flame.
Tell me, is death the only door
To end this ache and ask no more?
I don’t need gifts, I don’t need praise,
Just one true heart to share my days.
Am I so broken, so unkind,
That even love has turned its blind?
The world has shown its back to me,
But still, I hope, insanely
That sanity won’t slip away,
That I can live to see the day.
Don’t pity me, don’t weep my name,
I don’t want sympathy or shame.
Just hear me, see me, understand
Then leave me in fate’s quiet hand.
If we should meet, if fate allows,
I’ll wear my scars, I’ll keep my vows.
Until that day, I’ll walk alone
A heart unheard, but not of stone.