Poem Hunter
A Stranger
NH ( / )

A Stranger

I'm sad, angry, and I am alone
for I'm a stranger in my home
I jump, I talk and I say cheers
I smile, I laugh, I hide my tears

I weep, I cry, yet deep inside
In their eyes, I'm a pretty bride
I have the grief right by myside
but they don't see it being there
It's only me with Whom I share
all the bitterness in the space
in every spot, in every place

if you Lord want me alive
please give me strength to survive
I scream so loud yet no one hears
until when I'll hide my fears
why you agony is all I see
I'm so lonely, no one with me
Is this my fate, my destiny?

I remember the flower I used to see
so bright, so pretty, and so was me
but now it's gone, and so am I
they say it's true, we shall all die
but must it die in the black sea?
or bury itself inside of me?
is this my fate, my destiny?

I wish I was nothing of my own
I wish I was a brick or a stone
I wish I never played the game
for in the end it is all the same
if this is life, I fear no death
and in my grave..I'll await no wreath

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Comments (5)

I like the poem but you need to be optimistic. Sometimes the life becomes so hard but with patience we can get over our sadness
it's a really nice, expressive poem u wrote. i hope it didnt reflect ur mood then or at least i hope ur mood is changed a long ago. keep on writing...
dear noha i liked your poem so much the way you wrote it is so nice and simple but it is optimistic so try to look to life with hope and joy eyes i hope for you succsses and happness will done
Meaning is created by dialogue between people and the interaction of so many voices within and around us. Noha, you have created meaning by speaking out and reaching others. Accept that and accept that others are different and new meaning will be created in you. You will again see the flower only now it will be in full bloom dear
Noha has a universal appeal. The tragic side of words makes the lines alpable wounds, ones which are gaping, will bleed and probably will never heal or if there is dust of times to come, will heal a bit but will continue to make the hearts ache and souls bound within the parameters of defines 'norms'. The barren sands and scorching heat coupled with centuries of tyranny has left a huge void of self identity in the souls and hearts of men and women. This is one attempt to drag the truth into daylight. But the world is busy. Noah has to wait.