Egypt '3 months' HOLIDAY!
Egypt three months holiday
Is punishment I pay,
I stay and I don't feel ok.
In a place I feel a stranger.
With boring days
It turns up night and day,
Which I have to play.
I have that yellow face
That look a waste,
For everyone hate to look
To not change there day.
It's a horrible weeks,
Have no meaning,
And not even seeks,
A change or creeps.
Maybe I can't contact
With my relatives,
Or maybe no connection replace
The feeling of ignorance,
And waste,
From everyone around wears
That innocence face..
This year I understood everyone clearly
So much characteristics and feeling.
Even I knew there previous emotions
And now try to change it.
But sorry I can't believe it
I show so much weakens
And that's only one out of ten.
So much nights I spend
Turning the channels of the T.V
And looking for an advertisement to see,
But what I gain
A boring theatre on my seat.
But I promised myself this year will be changed
It will be the year of no weakens
Or to beg to be seated
In the place I been every second kicked out,
Like a trash can
Making so much doubt.
I will make it my year
That brights out for me.
And not giving any thing,
Or dignity
That someone never give.
WRITTEN BY NADEEN OSAMA
POETRY NO: 10
26/3/2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem