Mohammed Sabbagh


It’s Raining On Me - Poem by Mohammed Sabbagh

The fabric of society is being torn apart
The end is coming, but where to start
I look at them, I talk to them
But all I see is darkness, and how long am I to stem?
I hear them, I sense them
But all I get is silence, and what an Elysium
But then, neutral, I cease to be
Your cruelty, I start to see
Either sides, I have to join
Coz now, my way, I have to coin
To lead me back to my end
To my creator, my soul I send
Then I wake up from that nightmare
The blue moon then, I seek to stare
I raise my head up, and it’s gone
To my head I point firm that gun
But the sun, now, comes to be born
Alas! My brain, the bullet has torn
Now in my dream, wish I have had stayed
In endless unrest my soul remained
Neither in life nor even death
Worthless the pains all at my birth
So go on be sun or rain on me
I’ll feed this hell, as an enraged sea
Then god, my remains, may he bless
I’m but a sinner and I do confess


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, August 14, 2010



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