By May Sulaiman
From the darkest depths of the sinewy sorrows of my soul
I long for the warmth of a sincere smile
But apathy has engulfed their stone hearts
They look right through me
As though oppression cannot be formed within the corners of the mind
Just a blank canvas
Silently simple and unobtrusive
Yet my eyes are forlorn, so why are you so indifferent towards me?
I blindly pass through the motions
Tormentors- oblivious to the despondency they inflict
Speak to me softly
Maybe then the pieces of my shattered being will begin to coagulate
Soothing the enmity within.