sing by me

after months of lying dormant, my debut poem:
this, this here, is a forlorn place,
a place of worries and anxieties,
of mistrust, loss and unkept space,
and deep nurtured sing by me.
this, this here is a careworn place,
a tarnishing image of ups and lows,
of sorrows, murder and hollow solace,
and cruelly sung, sing by me.
oft, when struck with a wanderlust, I
constellate about the places unknown,
of lands, of hills; of valleys and of thrills,
each a chorus of sing by me.
thou you lay tired, battered and bruised,
a bleeding embodiment unable to cruise,
i’ll care for you and dare for you,
every sentiment a melodious sing by me.
i’ll stay, i’ll believe; i’ll remain and i’ll bequeathe,
the love you deserve so undoubtedly,
of joys that i had, of memories that i shared,
my thoughts a barrage of sing by me.
stay strong dear place, as you have,
keep believing in your entity,
the tides will turn, the peace return,
and together we’ll sing this sing by me.

Muhammad Arsalan