by qassem
Published on: Jan 1, 2008
Topic:
Type: Poetry

What is that?
I can't understand.
The way is far from me, mad.
I am not a rock;
I am not a stone.
They tell me that I live to postpone.
All of you shut up and leave me alone!

My love is being shipped,
He is gone to bed
To lay down and be the color red.
Everything makes me alive
But humans make me dead.
Even if I try I won't survive.
I want to hold a sword,
Sacrifice my life but not have it sold.

My soul is expensive.
I refuse to go in front of the wind.
Don’t say that I am being defensive.
You don’t write to me, but want me to send…
The world is small and I’m still a child,
Nobody will listen to what I say.
So I won't talk about peace
I just want to be from my suffering released.

A bird told me that I would be free
If I acted like a man.
She insisted to me,
“Don’t behave like a lover or a fan;
You must wait.
Don’t worry, be strong.
You will be the best rated.
Discover what is wrong.
I’m not saying forget love; that would be a shame,
But be responsible and explain why they deserve the blame.”

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