Trace. Poem by Eman Awad

Maybe i lost the strength to give,
i lost the trace for words.
But still i breathe and live,
my destinated truth though it hurts.
And my mind still,
controls my weiry hands.
It feels like hell,
but my heart understands.
My all struggles to return,
so that i can be the person i used to be.
My world as my thoughts got burned,
burning with the ashes of my identity.
Patient as i am like an astriod,
on it's endeless journey to infinity.
Feeling like an imaginary void,
so imaginary that i can't see.
I fell in love with nothing but my word,
and i lost contact with real world.
I was shocked by reality and i was hurt,
and i lost the trace of the innocent girl.
Maybe i was taken by charms,
of a world that never really existed.
I just needed warm arms,
i fought and all the pain i resisted.
But for my wonder i was betrayed,
i faced death with each word i wrote.
I found my happiness being strayed,
by my sadness down a one way road.
Even the truth is no longer different from lies,
illusion seems to be the only choice.
I used to see a world of my own when i closed my eyes,
i almost touched it and i heard it's voice.
And like the rest of my every thing,
i also lost my world's trace.
Nothing i could bring,
but more pain to my face.
And i started to wonder and ask my soul,
do i have a chance to surfive.
Will i regain the trace of my all,
will i regain my life? ?