Slumber

Stranded on an island of pain, 
With eyes full of hope at the coast I stare, 
Knowing I'd warded of the people who care, 
Indulging in thoughts of being vain.

Suffering in my eyes shines brightly, 
If death wouldn't be a sin I'd set myself free,
As misfortune after me is on a killing spree, 
I clutch onto my chest and hold on tightly.

With laboured breath each step I take, 
Exhausted after receiving such a battering, 
I couldn't once again see myself shattering,
From this death like slumber, I now wished to wake.

-Babar Mir