Demons - Poem by Eman Awad
I just couldn't help it, i had to write it down,
those nightmares i'm having while i'm wide awake.
I'm being told about my life and my frowns,
i'm dying slowly, and it won't stop for any's sake.
I'm tired of loving without being loved in return,
i'm tired of being surrounded and yet feel all alone.
I'm tired os remaining the last with a lesson to learn,
i'm so tired of my life, and i can't settle for a home.
I thought i was my own shelter but now i run,
i run from my self, trying to get out of that body.
I can't stand any given day'snew sun,
it hurts me knowing that some one's happy or any body.
Why can't i feel the same,
why can't i find where i belong?
Why there is always hurt whenever they call my name?
i have to with stand my self but i'm not strong..
I wrote you adility poem the day you died,
i wrote you a love poem the day i loved you.
You can't imagine for how long i've cried,
trying to reach out to your hand, or to you.
I wrote my self a poem when i died one day,
the same day i've lost my dreams and broke my heart.
I stand in line to find that i'm the last like always,
and they close the door in my face when comes my part.
It's those demons in my head,
i'm not sane enough to tell and also not crazy.
I'm breathing but i'm still so dead,
not only the breath separates the dead from the living,
but the fact that i'm not actually dead amazes me.
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