Not Knowing
Living here, living there,
Trying to decide what's the best,
Going throw tests,
Without any rests.
Not knowing who is real in the west.
Noone here to trust in this mess,
People walk away when you are pest,
What of friend is the best?
The ones who goes throw tests?
Without any rests?
Nothing ever lasts the same way,
Fingers running down my broken heart,
Trying to figure out what to say,
Wondering if I should pull away,
Beyond my thoughts,
Not knowing where to belong,
Knowing to be strong,
Like a root of a tree not falling apart.
Seems weird if I have no deep thoughts,
Nothing will ever write,
In this deep mind that fights,
Inside this broken heart,
Tears up wide,
Feeling the needles on the side.
Who is who in this world of insane?
Throw all these pains,
Driving me crazy in my mind,
Looking at the world blind,
Seeing those who change,
With the smile of range.
Courage hits the mind of passions,
Am I the one who wants missions?
CAn I take this misery? Or will I faint?
Yet having faith,
Hope it doesn't fade,
Eyes wide open,
Looking for an answer beyond.
Copyright © Shirin Neshat | Year Posted 2009
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