...Motionless...

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 ©

by Sarah Ibrahim

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Comments (7)

This is how i feel sometimes.Helpless and weak its difficult to drag life on.Simple and beautiful.Loved it.
We look before and after, And pine for what is not: Our sincerest laughter With some pain is fraught; Our sweetest songs are those that tell of saddest thought.'' P B Shelly it's one of your sweetest songs.
Welcoming despair day after day… While life is passing me by With every color turning to gray Till I even forget how to cry… beautiful lines.
motionless! ! ! it moves a lot inside :) sad but beaituful
great poem as always. you always get the exat emotion of mine. like you are in my head. and strangely that makes me relaxed even with the sad emotions. it's great to have them shared in a good sense of way not bad I mean.
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