Grief

Bruised and scratched, my soul is injured,

Wishes and happiness somewhere in the unknown linger.

Despair and agony have become indispensable part of mine,

I walk on the dark and narrow road knowing what lies ahead is not fine.

Calm and peaceful my eyes hide the grief,

Knowing that I am sailing on a sinking ship, I don't give a sigh even for a moment so brief.

What is in the box for me, I know it pretty well,

I have accepted the fact that life is a hell.

I don't wanna complain the misery in my path,

I just wanna understand that why this melancholy is paved on my way? Why is this wrath?

I don't wanna complain;

I just wanna understand.