In this shed I stand alone,

In the dark of the night, alone;

Wearing a solemn face-

Shattered by hope.

Forever shifty and in despair,

And in my rags am I clad,

In this sanctuary I dwell;

Where glassy eyes prey upon me

As I fade away.

Scarred with time am I,

Of faith captured

And my abode is my pain.

Grasping my soul

I run away,

Clutching on so dearly

And when I open my hands-

It slips away in a moment

And I’m left alone.

~Ayesha Prasad~