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Deep Inside

I am an endless well,
My anxiety brings me hell.
My tongue has a razor-edge,
And  my hopes live on a ledge.
My compassion is cruel,
Mocking at my heart like fuel.
It beats me senseless to the ground,
As I reach for what’s not around.
My eyes bleed in confusion,
Is my heart a delusion?
So lost by what I feel,
Someone please tell me what’s real.
My lips pray I find peace...
For some kind of release.
I struggle to speak aloud,
For truth is not permitted in the crowd.
I want to be loved in spite of my faults,
For only love exalts.
I long to wrestle with one's mind,
Cleverly curious of what I’ll find.
I want to be known like words on paper,
Not wasted like vapor.
I want adventures to sing in the seas of my eyes,
I want to go places I’d never dare.
My tears have burned scars on my heart,
My wails have torn my soul apart.
I am broken... swinging in the wind,
Ever bowing and learning to bend.
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