Dreams For Sale Poem by Eman Awad

Why does it hurt when my heart,
beats and why does every beat hurt? ?
I'm sorry for i'm torn apart,
i'm sorry, it's the only suitable word.
I'm sorry for my weakness, i know i'm weak,
that's all i really am, and i couldn't change any of this.
It was the illusion of happiness that i seek,
the illusion of a life which i only ended in it's emptiness.
I can't return to where i've been,
i can never be the one i used to be.
I can't tell of a virtue or of a sin,
and i can't tell any thing about me.
I'm scared of tomorrow and if i'd fail,
i couldn't make any thing to come true.
I wonder if some dreams are for sale,
so that i can talk of my dream when i see you.
I fear all those things to which i relate,
when i find that they aren't actually related.
When i love you and i know that it's fate,
and i find a distance between us and it's overrated.
When i need you so much and never find you,
and when you take all of me but never you give.
How can i relate then? but i stay till it's through,
tell me how can't i be scared and tell me how i'd live?
How can i get through silence of words already spoken,
and tell me why aren't you like i'm so into your state? ?
Tell me of the hearts that shouldn't get yours broken,
but yours is slain from then, tell me to whom can i relate?
Tell me where are my dreams and if their for sale,
i can't tell if i sold them already, once when i was wrecked.
Or would you please tell me of nothing, it's a gale,
every word makes me feel like i'm pregnant of pain,
and every memory makes me feel like that baby kicked.