Darkness
why have i been appointed with such an omen
It feels as if i am writing my own reqiuem
Everything i do feels like a mistake
my prescence is not a present
my life is no worth living for
Could this be the end for me
Weather forecasting is not hard for me
Because every day is a sunless dark day
My eyes are windows to this dark earth
And my mind is the frame
My heart is the glass
now my heartis on the floor
all shattered and broken
Copyright © Seif Hajri | Year Posted 2013
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