It's not very promising what i see, <br />before my eyes grow darkness still. <br />I hope it would be gone from me, <br />i'm unable to live with this hell. <br />I knew that life was never fair, <br />to the ones who want it to be. <br />So, beside me no one is there, <br />i'm lost and alone endessly. <br />I am the void in life, <br />i am the void of time. <br />On my own i try to survife, <br />living with the pain of mine. <br />The void has no dreams, <br />it can't wish or even cry. <br />But i do and as it seems, <br />i'm a void with demands to die. <br />Some times, my desire is to talk, <br />i talk to what never respond at all. <br />Moving my head as i walk, <br />like a mad man who sold his soul. <br />The misty clouds are gray in my sky, <br />i have no sense of happiness leaves me cold. <br />How i wish that i could fly, <br />but how, i ask, and no words are told. <br />I have and i had not, <br />some thing to believe in. <br />Lonliness is the only thing i got, <br />living so deep and within. <br />The before isn't promising i know, <br />but will the void have a chance to live again? <br />Days go by and older i grow, <br />will the void be given a name? ?<br /><br />Eman Awad<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/before-the-void/
