By Hiba Sajid
I'll walk away from this land,
where nothing good ever happens.
When the sun shines in pride,
I see anger bloom all around.
When the wind laughs,
it takes away my joy.
Heavy rain of silence,
left to drown me in remorse.
Chains of burden,
hinder me from leaving this land.
I feel dead and drained from unearthing escape routes,
perhaps my afterlife will be more promising.
Drifting off into a daydream,
appears to be my only escape,
where I walk away from this land,
where nothing good ever happens.