Before The Void.
Poem by Eman Awad
It's not very promising what i see,
before my eyes grow darkness still.
I hope it would be gone from me,
i'm unable to live with this hell.
I knew that life was never fair,
to the ones who want it to be.
So, beside me no one is there,
i'm lost and alone endessly.
I am the void in life,
i am the void of time.
On my own i try to survife,
living with the pain of mine.
The void has no dreams,
it can't wish or even cry.
But i do and as it seems,
i'm a void with demands to die.
Some times, my desire is to talk,
i talk to what never respond at all.
Moving my head as i walk,
like a mad man who sold his soul.
The misty clouds are gray in my sky,
i have no sense of happiness leaves me cold.
How i wish that i could fly,
but how, i ask, and no words are told.
I have and i had not,
some thing to believe in.
Lonliness is the only thing i got,
living so deep and within.
The before isn't promising i know,
but will the void have a chance to live again?
Days go by and older i grow,
will the void be given a name? ?
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