Your Lie

by Marwa Ghouar   Aug 24, 2011


Sunshine sneaks to kindle all the sides of the room,

Rough gust crawls over me whispering mendacious goodbyes to the gloom,

Something screams inside that the sun never joins the moon,

Somethings missing inside, I'll surely end all of this soon.

As though everything and everybody longs to be,

Danger,strangeness and enmity against me,

It's bygone and forgotten for so long.

Tired of being afraid to remember,

But it's so close to the heart like a tragedy song

Written with October fallen leaves,sung under the autumn's thunder.

Even words and pencils may feel alone?

I can't deny my only true lie,all i have is gone.

It was that real and so imaginary.

All that makes me fear and live so merrily.

Now that I'm cold,lost and taken away,

Struggling this shattering, breaking the dismay,

Every step i take makes me fall back..

And all the empty screams cannot fill all of this lack,

Guilty hope is a bad hunter,i wonder each one of us will die first!?

At least it keeps shining like candle, among the dusk,

But I'm still too weak to find and cease my lost curse.

I've touched so many drops of the rain,

Each one drowns me and makes you happy like an insane,

Smother unreal feelings are getting me every time i lie;

Just like lots of thick stuck clouds over the sky.

No I've to believe and i must let it go,

No longer i can deceive all of what i know,

I'm all awake,what was the mistake? give me a reason,

I can't find a way back,jailed in this dark,it's fearsome and deeply freezing!

Sunshine is fading,day's ending,

In pain I'm still and I'll be forever waiting.

I told you to stop pretending,

Overcast returns,

With cold feelings that leave undying burns,

Bearing dozens of tears and hurts.

Are you too weak to stop pretending?

Betray ,deceive and believe no more.

Soon enough I'll find a way out,back to the core.

Were you made to be the sore? was i that stupid crammed doll?

Crumbing me,and hating me,it's your only joy, your only goal.

Am i made just to be all alone?

I must be more conscious,it's getting colder,

Afraid to death to die alone,pain makes me older,

Now i have to watch my roses slowly dying,

Someday I'll be back, safe , found and warm again

Burning your lie.

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