Sleepless. Poem by Safiyyah Manjra

These nights are like hot days.
Flustered with the anguish which stays.

I have been searching for peace.
Somewhat the thoughts in my mind don't seem to cease.

Allowing someone to mistreat you.
Is something I wish I didn't do.

I know how to control myself.
It isn't my fault others around me can't savage this wealth.

They too make me upset with their anger.
Which rages further.

Almost makes me want to leave.

Yet, why do I stay?
Unable to walk away.

I am forgiving,
However, this behaviour of theirs is unbecoming.

Their words are childish.
Their ways no longer my fetish.

Oh, help me.
That I may be at ease.