Samar Saleh Poet I do not know?

On the Edge of Sanity

The heart is heavy, and the burden won’t be borne away, I seek the sun beyond the 
weeping moon, among the mourning stars, I seek for hope in the faces of those 
forsaken spirits, I moan silently, wailing for the diseased dream, and the rain softly 
washed away the remained memory of the sunlight, leaving only darkness in the 
horizon.

I weep delightfully, as I amputate the hanging wish, releasing my soul from the ghost 
of hope; comfortably I sank in grief, unwilling to rise, refused to pass through, this 
comfort drifted in my veins so ruthlessly I almost couldn’t breath.

Oh, woe for the dreams that kept me hanging on the edge of sanity, and woe for those 
promising tomorrows that faded in the ashes of solitude, for the foolish in me had finally 
crossed the way to the fairyland where a heart can dwell in peace.

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Rosalyn Lampkin November 1, 2011 at 1:41 PM What an emotional piece this is. Thank you for sharing.

Molly Mccarthy June 22, 2011 at 12:36 PM Beautiful and haunting. This is a wonderful look at the void left behind when we lose someone we love. Keep writing and sharing :)