Poetry is a weapon that we use in both war and peace. When we want to tell somebody something, poetry is the best way to convince them. - Hadraawi
Sunday, October 4, 2009
What is wrong with me ? What did I do wrong ? Why did you have to kick me when I'm down ? Why do you have to pick me up , just to throw me back to the ground ? And through it all, I can’t make a sound… Not a sound… You think I’m deserving it? You think that this is what I want ? To live with this for years ? You think so ? I’m broken inside This is my silent cry I may seem like fine But I’m all out of line I may keep my head up Not showing that I’m weak But really… It’s because I’m about to die Farewell and goodbye Life moves on And forever I will cry… Forever? Is there hope? Just a tiny little hope left ? No ? Yes ? For all these years I’ve been waiting For what ? A question that will never be answered… One day maybe But it so far away Hit on my blindside I’m slowly dying on the inside This is my silent cry
Zana H Hashi
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