Maq Masi Blog

A searing pulse, a jagged knife, Cutting through the veins of life.

It throbs and pounds, it twists, it tears, A torment born from silent prayers.

Each breath, a struggle to survive, Time stands still, yet none alive.

The clock forgets to mark its way, In this hell where shadows play.

The world outside is dim and cold, A dying fire, a heart turned old.

Pain—an endless, cruel refrain, A broken soul, a shattered chain.

A weight too much for flesh to bear, A silent scream, a hopeless prayer.

In agony, I fight, I fall, In this prison, no escape, no call.

No one should know this bitter pain, A cruel dance in the pouring rain.

But here I stand, trapped in my mind, Searching for a peace I cannot find.