A Sadness Bout

by Sunshine   Jan 10, 2011


You make me irrelevant -
out of balance,
unconscious that I
actually lose these roads
that lose me

philosophizing myself
from a heart beater
(full of rage)
to a lost person,
I pick these lines
beneath my feet,
searching for letters
to spell my name.
humming little prayers
as my mind pick reminiscences
and belongings
that are no longer mine,

in fact I no longer know
who am I to know what's mine,
even these muddled features
trouble my senses, lost in the reflection
that emerges through
these panels to trick me

Yes too irrelevant;
for I am my self's closest enemy
but you,
are my pain.

By: Rania Moallem

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  • 13 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    You just keep on leaving me speechless.

  • 13 years ago

    by Yakari Gabriel

    You just keep on leaving me speechless.

  • 13 years ago

    by Jad

    Nana, will you ever stop amazing me. I mean I turn around and there you are with more deep and beautiful poetry! As you can tell I'm amazed with this piece as I am with all your others. This poem holds a good strong message through the entire poem and I felt a sad message in your lines. The poem itself was fantastically written. I love the flow as it goes from line to line undisturbed and I like how this poem is in a strict meter but flowing freely. I tried picking out one line that really stood out but I was unable to as I thought the entire poem was wonderful.

    In all I am really taken away with this poem and also your creative style. I love the images you paint in this poem and also the many great descriptions though sad are wonderful. Great job and keep writing.

  • 13 years ago

    by Lonely Rider

    //I pick these lines
    beneath my feet,
    searching for letters
    to spell my name.//
    I was like wowww ... I interpreted this as someone who's trying to find himself/herself ... the meaning of his/her life .... and these lines describe it so well.

    I loved the metaphors you have used. brilliant.

  • 13 years ago

    by Mo

    I pick these lines
    beneath my feet,
    searching for letters
    to spell my name.
    humming little prayers

    Definitely a feeling of innocence, youth and naivity in this stanza. A lost girl skipping along, picking things up off the street as she goes, humming songs and prayers taught to her by Sunday school or her parents. But the deeper meaning of spelling your name... a great hidden message of not being able to piece yourself together.

    Great read Sunshine.

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