In the CemeteryIn the cemetery, I was standing on my knees, reading verses of the holy book to the tombs I was praying with tears on my cheeks until the graveyard stopped me and asked me if I was reading verses or reading sorrows with an emotionless face, he asked to repeat I started reading again and, his face was getting red as his eyes were dropping my unrhymed tears he stopped me with anger and screamed out why more grieves, why more death, and less peace I responded to him, why did hope sold us to traitors why life is struggling with us, why did the wars rape us shamelessly we cried together as he was saying that he’s listening to spirits weeping with us, as the clouds will rain again he asked me again, why our world is no longer bright instead, it’s full of darkness and lots of bloody cuts our grandparents were the farmers, who lift the sunshine and brunt themselves to death, just to protect the seeds our mothers stole the moon from the wall of the night they hid in their coffins and the stars after our fathers turned the rainbow into a solider in the zone of death and made the snow into a drinkable water to survive Inside of My DreamInside of my dream there’s a bird flying from one nest to an- -other, without wings Inside of my dream there’s a man holding a sign that says, I have serious cancer Inside of my dream there’s one refugee with tears of grief because he lost hope Inside of my dream there’s a young lady smoking, and waiting for the train to suicide Inside of my dream there's a black cat staring at me, and waiting to the end of my dream AdoptionWhen I was a teenager
I donated to a little orphan since then I made a vow that I would adopt her, and marry her Days go by and nights come I learned how to hurt myself by doing bad habits that will guide me to die below the bridge I lost count of my harmful cuts I lost all the joyful memories and moments from weeping beneath the lights of the miserable bar My mother thought that I was well, As my smile hid the tears that damaged my physical therapist within minutes after hearing me I lost many chances and luck until I met a broken heart, she cried when she knew that I found what was missing of me I found her between all of my poetry between all of my cigarette smoke I tried to lose her as I saw my shadow following her Ann you didn't adopted a regular girl you have definitely raised one angel that showed me life with colours From your love and care for my princess the grief inside of me has smiled when your daughter kissed my salty lips and wiped my tears, hopefully she will close my eyes after my smiling face rests
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