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  Aug 2019 Amad Tariq
avery
I want to know why
I began to cry at the sound of your voice
Why you crossed my mind twice as much
Why I began to fall
Amad Tariq Aug 2019
Come, follow me
Let me spin you a tale
Based on reality and gritty detail
Daily breakdowns a normal thing
Just as much as constant mood swings
Work seems harder everyday you try
Refuse to realize why
Why I fail to understand
That this path is only quicksand
No light in sight as I sink ever deeper
Say bye bye to the dreams of being a healer
Come, follow me
Into the fray
Where even the sunshine looks grey
The land where humans are brought to be fixed
Broken by the laws that we helped to exist
Come, follow me
Let’s find our path
No longer give without getting back
Amad Tariq Aug 2019
Future seems unclear

Clouded and dark

Wondering from a pedestal

Vision gets blurry

From the smoke in the heart
Find your future before it disappears
Amad Tariq Aug 2019
I yearn for the sea
Freedom so bold
Spray of the water yet so cold
I yearn for the sea
Where the sky seems so bold
The rush of the tides
The wind in my hair
Nothing but the strength of my back to keep me afloat
I yearn for the sea
Not for clipped wings
But where I can soar
No horizon in sight
No direction I know
The land I left behind me growing more distant
I yearn for the sea
The nights alone
Stars above me whose population is tenfold
I yearn for the sea
A beast to tame
Who no one has claimed mastery
Whose tides bring life with the potential to destroy
I yearn for the sea
Set me free
Take a trip, rent a boat, float away from the shores. Lay on your back and watch the sky, there is no greater peace of mind nor freedom you can attain that the sea provides.
Amad Tariq Aug 2019
I was once an oak
Big and sturdy
Not a person could reach the roots
I planted them deep
As far as they could reach
While the lands before me lay wasted and ravaged
I stood there soaking up the fire
Time passes and here I am
Still basking in the flames
I regret not changing
Don’t wish to be an oak again
I prided myself in remaining the same all through the years, while people around me changed and rearranged. In the end I was the fool for not changing, it cost me a lot of relationships which is why I won’t be that oak again.
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