Act Of Faite - Poem by Eman Awad
I walked miles with my shoes untied,
and i never knew till i got back home.
Some how i faced the tears i've cried,
they judged me for ending up alone.
Why didn't i realise till it was the end,
why am i like this, always so late? ?
Why do i jusify and why do i pretend,
and why has it always been an act of faite?
My heart knows that i knew,
just how to controls its' beats for a long time.
It judges me for i saw it all grew,
that love grew on me and in that heart of mine.
And i was asked why regret? ?
when i had the chance to let go and leave.
I was asked but i couldn't forget,
the person i believed and the dream i was about to achieve.
Silent, as a grave in the face of it all,
like it was some other life ruined not mine.
I felt dead already, i couldn't feel my soul,
and they left me alone with my broken spine.
How come my kindness became hate,
why am i so different from how i used to be?
And why has it always been an act of faite?
the only reason for all that happened to me..
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