a world I long to seeA winter wind draws me downa world I long to see17 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
someone's words call me
to the peak of my
resistance. I know in my core that
adventure is coming. I will
leave for places unknown and
I will fly to see what fate
dearest one, I must go
you're far too close to me now.
PalestineBehind the wall of eyesPalestine2 days ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I sit waiting for the sun to set.
Peering out into the free lands
my timid heart fills with regret.
Behind me are brick cells,
they keep us from the cold outside.
Behind me are starving men,
and women with tear ridden eyes.
The sun glares as it descends,
and turns these houses into ovens.
Where our hopes turn to ashes,
and our children to their mother’s bosoms.
Behind the wall of eyes
that look but do not see
that we share in our pain,
our kindred misery.