My World My Land - Poem by Noorie Ali
My world my dream land
i waste time like its for eternity.
why u say?
for it never leaves me lonely.
keeps me alive.
my world my land is plain
my world my land is pure
my world my land is smiling
i waste my tears
for i weep inside
when my outside may be laughing
the cry in me is raining floods
descending down my cheeks so plump
where i lay unyielding saw on my backless bones.
for my heart sinks slow, floating in rivers of sadness.
i lay in remorse.
My world the land is mine
where i swim in the seas of icily winds.
chilled up my spine of my backless bones.
stones i hurdle on my own soaring wingless
along steep hills, falling undying, side-by-side
with my solitude holding my hands
I'm in an ice-cube, in my own land.
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