I wept.
I was about to lose my mind.
I was about to die.
I wasn't able to stand
Nor could I believe
who was about to leave.
Some questions crossed my mind
then I asked my odd self
And said:
"Why am I sick at heart?"
"Why am I falling apart?"  
  The answers were sundry and many, but fuzzy and tricky!  
I asked myself and said:
"Isn't there a curing way,
Isn't there something
To take
my sorrow away?"
  I got the response this time
then screamed inside
and said:
the only healing route
is to fly
and eye the entire world from the
sky
To see if there is a shelter to my sadness,
To see if there is place for some
happiness
To get closer enough
to perceive what's I adore
to perceive what's I love.
But my mind replied and said:
"It's a pity you can't fly."
and Then I finally realized
that I'd spend all the years ahead
shedding tears,
waiting for miracles to knock on my door,
Awaiting some marvel to keep me cool.
These could be beautifully written words,
but their meaning deeply
hurts.

#Rachid #Oulamine