'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