hazem al jaber
Dead Without Death...(4) .. - Poem by hazem al jaber
when you sit between your family and friends...
and they talk in many different subjects..
one talk his idea..
and that one joking...
and that one debated with the other one...
and you are the silent one..
and alone between all of them..
no one talk to you...
and feel as a stranger to them...
and sneaked into you a bored..
then you count the moments and the seconds....
until, to leave that place...
finally, , ,
you will leave them all...
and sit alone, with no one with you...
then, again you will feel boring...
and need to be with any one to talk with...
but, you will not find any one...
because you left all of them...
now you will feel that you are dieing again....
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