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Obada Trad Poem
Did you hear!
It's quite near
Oh, I can feel your fear
Just lend me your ear
Try not to shed a tear
I have lost everything dear
What am I talking about?
Let's listen and figure out
A stab straight to the heart kills no doubt
That sound of a breaking
Depression has awakened
Behold what I'm making
It's my heart that has broken apart
I always felt it from the very start
Now it will be immortalized
In this piece of art
Sunshine turns to rain
Delight becomes an eternal pain
Feeding on this impermanent glee
And casting what's left of it
In the deep blue sea
What a monster is Depression
No form of expression
Can make this discussion
— About this Monster Depression —
As a small seed, it began
Eating me from the inside
Now that I'm a man
The tree grew high and wide
Buds of delight, delightful was their sight
They became deprived of light
It was taken away, the light of day
A mighty tree it stood
Smelling of drowsy death
Its sight alone would
Take into the air your quiet breath
It was worn twigs like thorns
For my tragic life, it mourns
I'm the bad guy
And you are the nice ones
The dark clouds in the sky
And you are the suns
My goodness was given to Hades
My heart is full of tragedies
Are they unknown to Thanatos?
Who will give them to the belly of Tartarus?
I want to change my tragic fate
But I'm too late, it's Death that I'll taste
It doesn't await, and has already opened its gate
Now let me welcome Death
Though it won't be my last breath.
Copyright © Obada Trad | Year Posted 2024
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Obada Trad Poem
All this pain
Can't escape my brain
It's taken control
Eating out at my soul
I think I've become the devil
Who has ever reached this level?
My feelings, confused
In disarray, with chaos fused
Leave me alone
With the battles I've fought
The monsters I've grown
Are stronger than thought
Hope? No - This is no way to cope
Peace? Slain - it festers as disease
Faith? Lost and burried I would saith
Strong? This is where you're in the wrong
I'm no longer me
This is the devil speaking
You don't want to see
Be careful what you're seeking
Every day burns, a living hell
Good and bad blurred - I no longer dwell
No fence to sit, no soul left to defend
My truth is the devil’s, and this is the end.
Copyright © Obada Trad | Year Posted 2026
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Obada Trad Poem
My new tree grew green
Grew different from the one
I once had seen
How beautiful her scene is in the sun
She is the one upon whom I lean
To sit by her shady boughs, I run
She is so pure and pristine
The competition is done
She is the beauty queen
Hold on
I always come back to my reality
Hating my personality, dealing with insanity
Until I see the sun beams
Infiltrating her greeny leaves,
Beams of hope she gave me
Making me able to cope, they save me.
Copyright © Obada Trad | Year Posted 2026
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