Creative Writing

Past 
Cold nights, land breeze
I wondered when my life will be in ease.

Night full of darkness and pain
I wondered when my life will change.

Sometimes  I needed to be loved, 
If not loved but atleast freedom from a painful flood.

Heart aches and skin numb,
They all said its random.

I begged for their care and need, 
They all said its okey indeed.

I dreamed God saving me from the pain,
I realised I shouldnt have been insane

This was not the present,
A past that has been unpleasant.

                                                                  - Aliya Muzafar