Sorrow Without Relief Poem by Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla

Shred of blood drops from your heart-rending
You never thought you would be a part of the war-releasing events
Gashing emotions run flooded, but you'll locate agleam days
You are enervated, your suffering has gone beyond all chains
Your souls have become a piece of hell worse than ever, but some of those who eloped from the city in the early days were also fighting to outrun, live a softly better life
Please makeshift now, for the sake of children, and the aims of the future of Sudan
Even those who flee from Khartoum to the comparative benignity of Port Sudan, on the Red Sea coast, are often scrabbling to live on
hundreds of civilians are now living in a serried shelter that is formerly a school dormitory
You require residual refraining from warfare
You left aches and memories behind,
In reticence, our security slowly weakened
As we stir forward, no one's to endure and be unscathed
You propel to an idle desert
You sort out the aisle like the back of your palm
You felt the ground beneath your feet
Oh, slick thing, where are you displacing?
You are getting graybeard
You are getting onerous
and you need something to depend upon
You are getting puny, and you demand thereabouts to initiate
You come across a dried-out grass
You felt the footsteps there, looking at you
This can be the last of everything
So where do we tread? Somewhere only we never explore
Somewhere only we know
This can't be the last of everything
I wish this world's somberness would come to a wind-up