Land Of Ghosts And Wind Poem by Eman Awad

And what'd a beautiful face do,
in a world of uglyness and maim?
I reach out with my hand to you,
but you look away then who's to blame?
Some times i think i don't relate,
i don't belong here for i've no one.
But this is my world and my faite,
i've worried, till worrying is done.
Some thing killed me knowing that,
i was one step far from happiness.
And i got pulled so hard, back,
to where i can find my lonliness.
I don't care, i'm used to pain,
but the thought of losing you tares me inside.
How can i find you once again,
how am i supposed to smile when i'm left behind.
I'm where you've left me,
in the land of the ghosts and the wind.
Numb in an eternal reverie,
my hair got gray and my back got bent.
I maybe young but my sorrows burden me,
i've bad memories so heavy on my heart.
I've thought you came to set me free,
but your worried smile tares me apart.
I'll be here, maybe till the end,
haunted by ghosts, chased by wind...