It is a nightmare for me to be here
sitting in the boring room drinking beer
waiting for the coming of a new day
hoping all my pains would go away.
The same people were on the street
the same faces that i usually meet
I sat upon my couch thinking
of the humdrum into which i was sinking.
But with the arrival of dawn
my whole routine was gone
And i realized that there is still light
in the gloomy world with which we fight.
Written By Aziz Soubai@
Its the beer that makes me sick, , i can't drink...but i do look forward to seeing the new sunrise of tomarrow..A new day Anew adventure on the horrisen... nice poem, , AZIZ..
There is much meaning and steadfastness in your writing that I observe. Good luck and god bless you. arya
A life is only as boring or mundane as you allow it to be. Nice poem expressing what many of us feel with a message of light and hope in the end. Well done.
Not bad at all. The night is dark before the dawn, death and rebirth.
It's really full of deep meanings it's better than it seems congra'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A boring day makes me sick...but waiting for tomorrow, a new life to break the ice.......