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I stopped by the net

And tried to search your name

I was hoping I’d feel great

But I only felt dismay.

 

I wanted to reach out to you

You with your genuine smiles and laughter

Hoping the bond was still tight

Before you were in the spotlight.

 

Thousands of pictures of you appeared

with thousands of words attached to them

That I could not recognize the same smile and laughter

That did not reach your amber eyes.

 

You did not tell me the world had eaten you

and robbed you of our memories

The only thing I was holding on to

That is living the simple life with you.

 


Loner

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I’m sitting in the sand

I just don’t know

What I ought to do next

Because I’m bored like hell.

Naïvety, subtlety

Or was it just me?

I pushed people away

Now they seem so far away.

So I’m sitting here

Closing my tired eyes

And shutting my ears

Just hearing the waves of the past.

Can I be gone like the wind?

But I feel like the wind

Though not as free to roam

As freedom seems to be my downfall.

Aha, I contradict myself

But what more have I to lose

When there was nothing more to choose

So instead I just tied my shoes.

I wiped these silent tears

And breathe the air like water

As I got engulfed with the ocean

Of my despair and loneliness.

Soon I found myself ready to stand

Without holding a helping hand

Because I got to be the only one left

With vanishing footsteps in the sand.


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.