The Unflatten Soul Poem by Selam Asefa

You cry in the soul of disappear, waking up each day that the sun rises.
The tear of its pain, speaking its remorse through the mirror of existence
You pick life in the sorrow of disappear, smile at the no hope with the empty soul
The body you carry, with the no hope of pure soul,
Crying till you hear the pillow soak its from the fear of the ocean.

The bitten soul to its last darkness of breath, the acceptance of being wanted to its last call.
Laying down to your own exitance, in the crying world of two tears of last hope.
Raising your dead soul, back from the unflatten darkness of soul
The sink of the click, in the dominance of one bitter you call for peace!