Sometimes

Sometimes,

I write poems,
Not because I'm Wordsmith,
But to compose pain,
That filled my vessels 
When my smile feels weak,
To tell my family how I'm doing.

Sometimes,

I don't regret,
Being a victim of a dying nation.
Because my mother's land,
Obligated me,
To see diamond graves,
and beautiful guns.

Sometimes,

I feel like being alone
with my shadows
maybe that's the best way 
To communicate with my friends and fear.

Sometimes,

I feel like the cloud isn't watching
the surface of its beholder,
For I seems to burn
It's bloom from blood-stained lines.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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