Midnight Scribble

Sitting alone at the midnight surrounded by silent screams,
Walking through the path of the forest of my memories and shattered dreams.
Every night I try to give words to all my untold stories,
But I end up with the pages of my diary filled with scribblings.
 
No more I feel angry no more I feel sad,
All I know is my heart is broken and trashed.
I feel drained by pain and filled with wounds yet to convalesce,
I let the ink scribble on the page as the blood flows from the cuts of my veins.

My sorrow brings joy to someone,
My sacrifice brings a smile to someone.
I break to meet other’s wishes like shooting stars in night vision,
Sitting beside the window I scribble until sunlight brings me out of illusion.

In this world, all I’m seeking is peace and no violence,
But I end up finding myself surrounded by mess.
No sooner did I get away with the headline “Again smoky air in Palestine”,
I find “Russia broke out war with Ukraine”
That forces me to scribble all night again.

- Md. Junaid Mondal