Moments Of Our Broken Hearts Anytime, Anywhere, And Everywhere Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

We are do tired To that extent In which we find ourselves Like broken stones Anywhere and everywhere... We are truly scattered Like mushrooms Here and there... Our houses are merely Ugly tents or anywhere... We are unaware of What's going on around us Anytime in our world... We are either dead or Half-alive everywhere... We love to be, but We find ourselves drowned In those ugly seas of sadness... We are always accompanied with Our pains and with our sufferings Anywhere and everywhere... We are like human beings, but We are not at all... Our broken hearts are bleeding To death as they tend... We are alive, but We are dead as we look... We are surrounded with A lot of grieves and With a lot of sorrows... Hope is faraway from Our limits... Our whole dreams expire One-by-one just To turn into ugly nightmares... We are no more Simply because that's the way With us... We are the broken-heart people... ______________________________________________________________________