Waseem Sherif

Veteran Poet - 1,373 Points (Tunisia)

Black-Stained - Poem by Waseem Sherif

I see people in a flock
A gathering for free minds
Yet I still see the chains
That binds them
To mentality of short sight
I feel so useless myself
A fire burns when I open my eyes
Though cynical is my nature
I see the demons
Behind the curtain of lies
Too much pain
This land has suffered
Truly ashamed, I am
For hope is no quality of mine
I want to see light
At the end of tunnel
But the tunnel
Is what I can't find
So I sit here and wander
The black-stained paper
I choose to be oblivious
For I am what I am
Nothing else matters

© 2016

Topic(s) of this poem: cynicism

Poet's Notes about The Poem

never meant the poem to be about me. i started it as an observation on some people but I ended up injecting myself into the whole thing. didn't turn out well.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, January 24, 2016

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