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Apr 2010
An empty paper on my desk
I cannot write
I cannot guess
The days turn gray
The nights are shallow
My hopes are erased
Hopefully written back
When a new future comes

You live
You die
You have feelings inside
And yet just look
How easily they are taken
Burned and crumbled
Ripped and erased

Some say there is hope
Some say it is a lie
I just have to see
Each day go by

Some are proud
Some are worried
Some like me suffer

The light turned off
In my house
The sun went down
I’m done for today
I’ll live again tomorrow
For now I rest among the dead
I no longer want to suffer
I want to say good night
I let my hopes make their patterns
Inside of my head

If you happen to walk to the end
And see a little light
Please tell me
I want to know
Should I stay for awhile

But for now goodbye, good day
Maybe we’ll meet again some day.
Dedicated to all of those who have been affected by the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. After studying so much about it I realize how much those innocent people suffer because of their government.
Written by
Alexa Sz
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