"Where am I ? "
I asked the skies.
"Who am I ?"
I'm drowning into
the center of the ocean.
" Please tell me ,
Where I am?"
I'm dying
please help me.
I'm full
of wounds
I'm tired
of crying
I'm sick of
fighting
I'm quietly
dying ,
I'm still
breathing but
deep
inside I'm dying.
This world is
so cruel.
My house is tattered
and destroyed.
Please tell me
where I am ?
My dear God ,
Can you hear me?
My tears
are falling ,
they are silent
but deadly.
They don't drop
like raindrops.
But they explode
like bombs and
missiles.
In my place ,
the rain is not
made of raindrops.
But bullets and
blood shower around me.
I'm confused.
Am I even
still alive ?
Dear God ,
where am I?
Am I in the
world of peace ,
Or am I
in the eye
of chaos ?
Dear God ,
I don't blame
you .
I'm not even
angry at all.
I'm just a
child , in the
middle
of nowhere .
I know you're
always there.
Watching
me always.
Thank you
for giving
us free food ,
Free
shelter.
Thank you for
showing me the world.
But can I
also see the world ?
The
flowers.
The
butterflies.
Droplets of rain.
The rays
of the sun.
My dear God ,
I know You can
hear me.
I know You are
always there.
I want to touch the
ocean ,
to feel the
heartbeat of
the fish and
seashells.
I want to
breathe fresh air ,
The air with
no smoke and
gun powder.
I want to be away
from all the madness.
I want to live like
how you want us to live.
Dear God ,
did You know ?
We had sardines
and a loaf of bread,
And that
was the most
delicious meal I
had in my whole life.
We had cold water ,
We had each other.
Thank you God ,
you never let us starve.
A while ago ,
we hid under the table .
Because the
rain was so loud.
The rain was
made of bullets and blood
But still ,
I am glad we are all fine.
Dear God ,
did You know
I saw you last night.
You were so
bright ,
brighter than the sun .
Thank you
for giving me a hug.
Even though
your face
quivers like a fog.
I'm happy to see you
Dear God ,
I'm so lucky to
see You.
I'm so happy
to be with You
Again.
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Words Left Unspoken
PoesiaFeelings, emotions and thoughts running in my mind; imagining things would be fine. Love, hate, forgiveness and pain; are the perfect things to be found inside this book of words left unspoken. ------------- A copyright @pikachooseme All rights res...
