Ourselves Poem by Issam Aladdin

Despair, word spoken by many, lived by hundreds and sensed by all...shadows wouldn't overcome them they thought, pardon them for mistaken they were...we, as shallow hills we travel in this decaying and morbid earth, are left behind with less and less of ourselves...beginning to rely in an empty trust on unmaterial demand, we share our absence, our world...we just wait, craving under the wicked skies for an unfallen star...one that`ll share the light with us...one that will show us the path...then we sit still, beginning to wonder...