Poison

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I get drunk and lost

From the beautiful nightmare

That is you.

Why do thorns appear

Whenever I look at you?

There’s got to be demons

Wanting to escape

Sewing my swollen lips

Bruised and battered

As reality becomes my battlefield-

Fighting for sanity.

Clock is ticking

I’d soon slip away

With the passing age.


Diaspora ( A Tribute to Syria)

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You saw the bombs falling

As the city turned to ashes

Homes crumbled down

With the rotten bodies.

Everywhere was death

Chasing your every move

As news of yesterday

brought more fear than hope.

Hearing the cries of desperation

Forced you to move

And stay out of the noises

That haunted your mind.

As you walked with pain

Leaving the place you only knew

You rode the boat with hope

For a bright tomorrow.

But alas, like a thirsty homeless man

You faced the closed doors

And the uncaring silence

Of your wealthy neighbors.

So you swam farther to survive,

Further still, until you sank

And all that’s left were lost dreams

That were washed ashore.