Mustafa Salim Poet I do not know?

Martyrum, Martyrum

Martyrum, martyrum
Surely, my suffering had a higher meaning.
The war that I’ve witnessed had a lesson,
It had to mean something…

Martyrum, martyrum
Surely, it was meant to be 
For the young me to know what adults do at night…
Unwillingly

Martyrum, martyrum
Surely, I was meant to learn something from his death…
A lesson for the ages? Nothing good lasts forever?
I still search for the meaning, no answer.

Martyrum, martyrum
I loved her so much 
but couldn't give her what she deserved
So I let go of what my heart couldn’t afford

Martyrum, martyrum
I still dream about my friends
Even when I was the one who ignored them
Shame is all that i have for them

Martyrum, martyrum
Surely there is something to gain from all of this
A beautiful place, wisdom, perhaps grace?
My suffering is noble. It has to be. It must be…?

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DM Babbit December 20, 2021 at 10:08 AM Seems these are the questions we ask, what's it all about, what's it all for? Somewhere = there is a purpose, we just don't know why. Mustafa Salim January 16, 2022 at 7:12 AM You are absolutely right. very well put! thank you so much for the feedback.