Dark Days Poem by Ibrar Siddiqi

I fear for the worst.
I am feeling vulnerable.
Feelings bubbling to the surface.
Like a man drowning, I struggle to surface.
Day and night, I know noone.
To be my lifesaver.
I've had problems.
Days of fire and brimdstone.
This poor king knocked off his throne.
On the floor, feeling low.

I cannot face my dark days ahead.
I fear the worst.
Alive or dead.
I fel like a zombie.
Alive and compelled to walk this Earth.
Like in my personal hell.

Dark days come to us all.
I fear upon my sword, I will fall.
God may not save this sinner.
A loser not a winner.
Save me from further hurt.
Or I may be wrappedin a coth of white.


I Siddiqi 18/02/09