A Message To Be Delivered

A Message To Be Delivered


Tell the night to bury me
Among its waves of fire and fear
The morning seems impossible 
It has never been near


Tell the hunger to bite me
Between its sharp teeth
The food is an illusion 
I will eat and survive beneath


Tell the explosions to blow me up
Shatter me into pieces 
Of delayed dreams and hopes
I'm dead alive in all cases


Tell the world to be ashamed 
Dancing on the melodies of our pain
Acting deaf, blind and dumb
The war won't stop here; it's a chain
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Goldenheartsgtk Avatar
October 8, 2025 at 3:37 AM
I can't help but ask where you are. War is really a very miserable place and I can feel it through the massage
Goldenheartsgtk Avatar
November 5, 2025 at 12:47 PM
The world may never be the same place again, but I hope you walk through it out and find some peace. It's so terrifying how light keeps on fading every single day but it doesn't mean it is totally gone
Matta Avatar
October 8, 2025 at 3:40 AM
Palestine. I'm from Gaza city.
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