Why did you create me,
If you only wanted to abandon me.
Why?
1. I look towards the sky but see no stars. It's always blinding lights, and complete darkness. Our moon is not a circle, but a square box, with our names written, and a date that's yet to come.
//Our death is edible. It's well seasoned with our blood//
2. The calendar says it's summer, but the warmth never lasts. It's always for a moment, and then the dead cold takes over again. We are perpetually living in a morgue, it's home.
//You should visit someday. But bring your own blanket. We do not have any left//
3. It's a porcelain world that we live in, but the house is filled with kids. The loud breaking sound never stops, but innocent giggles always follow. But then the people find out about the broken china, and the kids. Little kids.
//Are these babies still playing around in your home, or did you also scold them for breaking the glass?//
4. Someone once said that everything in this world has its own language. But how do I translate the language of flowers in a world of gunpowder blackness? To think of it, how do flowers look like? Are they as beautiful as they say in the books?
//When you come, bring a rose for me. I've never seen one that wasn't on my mother's grave//
When the world failed me, I believed you would take my side. Some say we are better dead. But we are not dead. Don't call us dead. Not yet. We aren't-
-Oh look, there's another food package!!
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A/n
Hi, it's me Ish 🎀
This is a very special poem for me. This is a conversation between God/Universe and a Palestinian kid amidst all the horrors happening in their home. I hope I did justice to the emotions, and the sensitivity of the situation.
Freedom is a right, and the Palestinians are depraved of that, for the last 11 months, and 76 years. Whatever god you believe in, please pray for them. They need us to be their voice 🤍
This is my entry for #Shortys2024 ✨
I just hope y'all will read it, and love it. Do let me know what you think if you read it. Thank youuu 🤍🌻
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Reverie
Poetry~ if not between the lines, where else can I find my peace? ~ Trigger warnings applied || Poetry Collection ||
