My grief an old poem of mine

cute angel

:: عضو مُشارك ::
My grief

Life is becoming a grave

That's treating me as a slave

Chained in the darkness of that cave

with no power to speak or even to wave

I'm no more free no more alive

Nor can I ask for help neither been save

waiting for the clock to strike five


In that moment I wish I could wake

From a nightmare that made me shake

Covered with sweat as if I was inside a lake

A lake which I wish I could break



It Into pieces of stone

To free poeple and feel I'm not alone

Fighting sorrows ;crying on my own

Waiting just for a call of a phone

A soft voice repeating a noun

Which gonna make me smile and not goan

Pushes me to look up and not down



I cry I shout so loud

My GOD give me a faith's sword

To fight that nagging sound

Inside my head which is saying one word

LIVE IN GRIEF.LIVE IN GRIEF

Cute Angel
 
hiii gIrL

sad tOpic BuT sO nIcE oNe

oh yA :closedeyes: soMetImEs We FEEl ThAt We LiVe In gRiEf


ThNx AnD gOoD lUcK

sAhA fToReK

 
great words
good selection for rhyme and rythm
wish u all the happiness sister
 
Thanks sisters

your words are always a source of pleasure for me

 
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