I Sold Myself Poem by Asma Khan

I sold myself to the merchants of dreams,
voices of bidders rose over me,
puncturing my ego and heart,
and each time I fed my courage
with my soul's loneliness and devastation.

I sold myself to the tyranny of nature,
storms of torment hit my sails and twisted my guts,
and every grief shook my endurance with sorrows and cuts.

I sold myself to the traitors of love,
soft touches of sweet liars hurt me from within,
abandoning my heart into a barren land forever,
every harvest of which brought me pains and wounds
that have no cure for life.

I sold myself to the robbers of peace,
deceit the passion within my heart's kingdom,
deceived my innocence with their tyranny and vex,
and each moment telling me to find an escape from
my own heart and soul.