Lament Poem by Keis Ramdhani

Have I lost my spark—
or was it never there to begin with?
Was the first glance
just a flicker of melancholy,
or tired eyes whispering desperate words?

Do I still exist,
or am I only the husk
of something once burning?

All that remains is worry—
a quiet, gnawing fear
that knowing what's to come
won't stop it from happening,
only makes me live it twice.

And the question haunts again:
Who am I,
when no one sees?
Will I ever make it—
even if I've forgotten
what "it" means?