By Muhammad Kanya Hauwa'u (U19MM1096).
I'm a broken star with a bittersweet story,
The sky cries along with me as the night roars.
It is dark here; I can't see any light around me.
My heart is out of order; do I still breathe?
I'm nothing but a walking and lost carcass,
Seeking and begging God for salvation.
The past: a beautiful, chaotic rhythm of a song
That lingers pain—shimmering like a dewdrop.
I don't know how to write anything again.
My mouth stings with poetry; how do I tell?
Pages filled with tears and sorrowful shades,
I'm losing track of days as time tic-tocks.
Maybe the rays of sunbeams will flicker
Through the crevices of my soul,
Until I am as bright as the moonlight.
~Striving soul