Crying Over My Own Grave…
†……………………I spend so many nights
CRYING OVER MY OWN GRAVE
Watching my burried body
WHILE I’M STILL ALIVE……………..†
Crying over my own grave
When the voice of silence rules, is when I Die
And at that moment, Mother Nature will cry
To express its darkest feelings, it would just rains
I’m gone! That may be true but the memory remains
A harmless peaceful life is all I want to make
All my sufferings are for the only God’s sake
Against shadows and fire, I go through all my fights
It’s an endless life lived beyond the borders of nights
Challenges are what I do; my life is a deep war
Instead of quitting, all I do is screaming for more
Foolish me! In the end, I’m not the one to decide
I’m only a warrior, who must fight and never hide
Pain, fights and a restless soul! Enough drinking this wine
I’ve cried over other graves, but no one will cry over mine
Eli Abu Jawdeh Jr
clovenhoof_33@hotmail.com
(seek the truth)
WoW, i gotta admit, it s a very powerful touching wise poem here.
Reading it makes u take a moment of silence…
Keep on the good work Elie…
HAIL DARK SOULS!!!!
infernal salutations for you my friend… thank you!