by Karim Al Nadoury | |
Published on: Jul 9, 2004 | |
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Type: Poetry | |
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I was so small in the depth of clay Waiting for the helping hand to hold So dark in here, who am I? Who are you? My friend, my family I ‘m not believing in your care Get out of my face, leave me alone Did I hurt you before? I am sure I never hurt even an ant. So why you keep hurting me, leave me in peace I seek help in you and then you tricked me with your fake relief You played in my mind a lot and I knew that you would But how can I lose my only resort? I was so sure that you will be one of them, but yet I was lying to myself Are you enjoying? Why you believe I am stupid? Well am sure I’ll move one like I did before and still learning for more and more I’ll forgive, just because I knew that God loves my pure soul I won’t accept injustice no more, I will be the Jude, and I will be the executioner, I will stand over my heart to dig the way out, I will not see not hear not speak no more Just me, myself and I whom I trust and looking for! « return. |