July's Poem Poem by Eman Awad

I thought i had an argument with words,
it's either i'm writing of pain or more pain.
And we agreed to crash those worlds,
which i've lived in all my life till i'm insane.
Let my come back be with a new meaning,
let my words tell of a new life that i don't crave.
A life that i'm already living, a new feeling,
let me give hope to my poems, let them feel safe.
I've lived each poem even if it's not my story,
i have been to places i've never been before.
I talk of them as if my children, with glory,
i've had my share of bad times, not any more.
This argument made me realise that i must return,
to the only thing i love the most, writing my heart out.
I know i've changed with all those lessons to learn,
i'll face the pain but a life without pain, that i doubt.
I guess i got tired of the memories i linger,
i'm making new memories for a new poem of mine.
July's poem with just nothing to remember,
if i'm not satisfied with my past life,
then i'll make a new one, i know i still got the time...