Where should I go…
If where Iam now
Doesn't feel like home..
Why should I Scream …
If my voice is always lost
And my life…Already Painted
In an old Frame…
How can I fight…
If my hands Strapped down
And an old sheet covering my Sight…
Why should I cry…
My tears are in vain
And every sigh reaches the sky
Is enough to echo the pain …
There is no point in asking …
When I got no choice but to listen
And to live forever in an old prison…
Welcoming despair day after day…
While life is passing me by
With every color turning to gray
Till I even forget how to cry…
Sarah Ibrahim ©
Sarah Ibrahim
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