'Self' by Natalia Abbasi

The lonely wanderer steps off the pedestal

He circles the parameters in search for a loving gaze

Confidence to sweep away his sorrow

He wanted an anchor to keep his feet from swaying

Unaware, the heart of the archer yearned for a savior

Like a broken radio, he wished to be fixed

He repeated verses until they drilled into his metallic heart

Love me, love me not, hurt me regardless

The twisted veins positioning his body upright

He stared into the abyss with his dazed appeal

Aphrodite herself was afraid giving love to such a man

He may taint the name of love itself

His heart ached for someone to show him his worth