Edweena on Roshni

I wander lonely on streets of slate. Cold, like everything that surrounds me! 

Happy I am not, yet unhappiness it can’t be called.

I struggle and fight yet conquer none! 

I walk aimlessly because I fear being walled.

I cry without reason, and for valid reasons my tears have gone.

I hope for things that can’t be got.

I fear being weak when un-strong I am not.

I live, laugh and continue to love,

But how, why and who I know not!

I need strength I need weakness.

I need a prick; I need a slap, I need a cut I need a slash. 

I need something to make this frozen piece of flesh react!