'Where Do You Live? ' Poem by Sarah Ibrahim

In a big old box … where souls are crammed in ~

There are no openings.
There are no holes.. so life will never touch your skin.

A place where righteousness is patrolling every corner..
With cloaks of virtue to hide its Devilish grin ~

And everyone is playing God, deciding who goes where and when ~

You'll be slowly stifled ~
So that you'll never forget that being Alive is the ultimate sin.


Sarah Ibrahim ©