“I” // Poem There is death in the eye of a new born a fetus tragedy is re-singing the same old floating catastrophe and in ears there is storm only raging for silence what do you do when your destiny is already embroidered in the womb? There is life falsely promising of return so I saved my innocence for a long gone tomorrow somehow the children sing along to the foolish hallows of my song and I wither under the rain that refuses to give somehow I still drink the tears of those who care There is a face written but unread with the ink of experience I write the future the heart of thunder and the eye of lightening only dance to the beat of ‘stop!’ Dare stop a lung that only pleads to be heard breathing. ~ Mohammed El-Kurd
Posted on: Tue, 27 Jan 2015 15:24:44 +0000
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