What is it that nags at the bottom of my belly?
I’m not queasy! I can sense a heaviness,
What is it to be, a foreboding, an omen?
Pah! That’s superstition, and all quackery.
Yet there a dark monstrous shadow
Stalking me, as much as I run away.
It appears as if it were to attack me.
Invisible, intangible, and invincible.
Who dares peep out from within a masked me?
My fragmented psyche, is it the child in me?
A mocking laughter jeers, can’t you see?
They say I’m demented: they‘ve abandoned me
Because they say I’m demented!
Like a black cloud Dementia has struck me!
Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
Picture Courtesy: Cristian Newman