9teen (After 8teen) - Poem by Eman Awad
Have you read the poem which i wrote,
when i turned eighteen? i thought i'd write one this year.
But i grew up or that's what i thought,
i didn't write when i turned nineteen for i had a fear.
That fear of wishing what will never come true,
reading that poem i imagine a happy, innocent girl.
A little girl who was unaware she'll be loved by you,
and left behind by you, you are the man in her world.
Non of those wishes came true last year,
and so i hoped to be eighteen till i die.
Staying young till i wipe that tear,
but i grew up, turning twenty and time pass me by.
Like i laughed at that girl, wishing the world peace,
a better world for you and me, was i high then? ?
Look at my lonliness, a monster that this world release,
a monster that invaded me and dwelt in my within.
But that's fine really, i'll be laughing at this soon,
when i turn twenty with a great life ahead of me.
I can see beautiful days in the face of the moon,
and if my life didn't end, maybe i will see.
All of the wonders i've wished to witness,
and share something much bigger than me now.
Maybe, one day i'll confess,
i didn't know to breathe or live how..
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