02.12.09
My Poems: Losing Grip
بسم الله الرحمن الرحيم
Assalamu Alaikum,
Wrote in five minutes. No joke.Decent form, simple and pretty straightforward. Been feeling like that lately. And I really can use someone promising me that one day I’ll get out.
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Losing Grip
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So many days,
So many years,
So much to think about,
With so many fears.
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How much longer without the sun?
How much more distance must I run?
I can hear it coming.
I can hear it running.
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All my fears,
All my lies,
Come from the distance,
And then time flies.
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Keep dreaming for the morning sun,
Keep dreaming of when it will come.
I can hear it coming.
I can hear it running.
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Promise me without a doubt,
Promise me without a doubt,
Promise me one day we’re going to get out.
Promise me one day the sun will come out.
Noreen said,
February 14, 2009 at 6:34 pm
One day you’ll make it through! I believe in you!
I like how it can be so bleak and hopeful at the same time. Weird, but cool.