The Breakdown Lane Poem by Asma Khan

They say I am lonely and mad
mere passive and sad
because I can't swallow this pain
for my heart has been a nomad

I hate the feeling that reminds me of you
I never had fallen for you, if only I knew
for you were just collecting moments
and I am awaiting my death, which is due

I was naked even after being dressed in everything
a bleeding heart and nothing to cling
my blind complaints were invalid to you
for you hadn't seen anything beside the spring

Your favors are so many, and hard to return
each time your strike is a new turn
With your memories so stubborn
Which keep hurting me without my concern