Not a breeze blows, no wind moves

Inside this body, soul or mind

Furiously moving ahead

And all of a sudden it’s all come to an end

Emptiness, quiet, solitude

Somewhat lost yet unable to move

Pinned to the ground

Helplessly weighing down

What is the point in crying out loud?

Will anyone hear?

Can they offer a hand?

In the seclusion of this uneasy darkness

Lost in a maze of unbearable sadness

Will anyone hear?

Can they offer a hand?

©Lara Khatchikian