Reality Poem by Mohammad alKurdi
Reality
Time passes by uselessly,
To make itself safe, away from cruelty.
Words are uttered jumbled mumbled
As the clock tick tacks, but no increasing number.
There it starts, the beginning of the end:
(It’s the end of daydreaming) ,
To be accustomed to the real world
With a shattered feeling.
Ouch! The mind starts to ache
As soon as the great wall of aspiration has to break.
They say “a piece of cake”:
But it’s Fake:
Sorry, reality was deluding.
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9/19/2024 1:50:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
We dreaming like we walking in soft grass but sometimes when we walking we stepped on broken glass hidden in grass...life is like that to me, sometimes when the clock tickling number 11 at the morning we still happy but we dont know if we still feel the same when the clock reach number 11 again at the night...life is so unpredictable and that reality to me, so in whatever you do, make it in two feels to win and to ready for anything...as tears could be in two, sweet happiness or salty sad..Keep the great writing, you done it very well :) _Unwritten Soul