Amal Mara'beh

My Hateful Prison

All people live in their houses
Except me!
I live in a narrow room
Between insects and mice.

There are no windows.
Only four walls.
Small doors….
Lead to dark holes.

I die everyday,
But no one hears my calls.
No one sees the tears,
And no one feels my falls

Poem Submitted: Wednesday, December 31, 2008

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  • Bradley Little (2/9/2009 11:06:00 AM)

    i truly loved this poem

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  • Rudy Hossam (12/31/2008 11:40:00 AM)

    so touching really brought tears to my eyes...i love the way you choice your words

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  • Maxim Muyu (12/31/2008 10:05:00 AM)

    sometime's there are no saviours in bad circumstances, even us are on earth,
    but there is nothing that is negation that hast no meaning, not bad poem either, It's a reality of some cells in the world.

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