Your words areLike Plasters thatBatch up my brokennessTogether.Habibi you don’t understandI pray you’ll understandOne day. When we comeTogether.When we meetPhysically, I prayThat God gives meThe
Category: Emotional
Withered seed
How does it feelFor a motherTo hold herWithered seed?The soil couldNot nourish it.It grew butNot well enough. A withered plant.A human thatHas been luredIn by
I love you but…
I love you butYou are hurting me.Pain is not good.Pain is an indicationThat something is wrong. I love you butyou are hurting me.My heart criesMy
Can you see?
I’m at theFront rowBut I can’t see.How bizarre.Ive got myEyes setOn the goalBut I can’t see.So I ask thoseAround meCan you see? Can you seeWhat
A mystery
You are a mysteryTo those around you.Some know you.Some admireYour act.Others watchAs you go aboutYour life. You are a mysteryTo those around you.They see youAt
Joyride of pain
Who out thereCan share thePain with me?The boredomOf isolationThat we confined in. What is social?I may be speakingDuring my darkestHours.That’s the only timeMy mind is
