Eman Awad

Rookie (26\5\1988 / cairo)

Venice - Poem by Eman Awad

It hurts knowing that one day,
with no dreams came true, i'll just die.
And right after my life's gone away,
i'll be asked what i've done with it, how can i justify?
For until now, i haven't really made,
just one thing to be satisfied and proud of.
I got so worried with a pain's cascade,
that i've never been to another place, or fell in love.
Or maybe i did once but still,
i haven't got swept in a world of dreams.
I had my share of nightmares and hell,
yes, i was kept busy by those streams.
And my dreams are or were,
what matters is that i still remember them.
No one cares but i do care,
just as much as i wish to care about him.
I dreamt of loving some one and maybe,
getting married and have more than a son.
Build our own house and maybe,
go away for some other place, yes, it's that some one.
Who would take me away to Ireland,
and fly back to Venice and on our way to the Vatican.
That's were i wish to go and he'll understand,
he'll make my dreams come true whenever he can.
But i'd prefer doing it on my own,
like i wished to build the greatest house ever.
I just needed the inspiration for my poem,
the poem that was never written and to be lingered forever.
I just wish to do some thing with my life,
and now that i know i'm not aware when it ends.
Wishes of a better tomorrow makes us survive,
and till tomorrow not only me, but every one pretends..


Comments about Venice by Eman Awad

  • Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr (4/3/2008 6:36:00 PM)


    Inveterating write, Eman....Soul searching...and poignant...Nicely Done.

    ~ FjR ~
    ..2008..
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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 3, 2008



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