Strucked By Ownself Poem by Rahma Khalid

Tell me,
Can I be an aid?
All I did was stare at the shelf

The shelf,
From what your anguish had made
And where the books were written by oneself

There is a chapter where I can relate
Inside of a story about a lover's blade

I glared at those words
There is what I can say,

Don't be deluded
by the smile of an amity,

Don't let your fondness
be targeted for larceny,

But yet,
don't turn into a huge isolated vacancy

I've been there and darling,
there's zero beauty