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Aug 2014
These days seem so empty
Feels like sorrow has gotten to me
Sadness, emptiness..set me free
Layers of rocks stacked over my lungs
Air struggles to get
In
And
Out
Like a thief breaking into a random house
Secretly, silently sneaking
In
And
out
Comes in empty-handed
Leaves charged with guilt, can't stand it
It being the though of having disturbed
The strange soul living inside of me
That feels imprisoned in its own body
Knees tremble, nothing worth fighting for
Giving up on bones, falling straight down to the floor
Tired of carrying all this hope
Cause it's time to let go
Of everything that ties us up and drags us down
Powerlessness is a strong enough sign
That
Money doesn't grow on trees
Karma is really a ***** that can never be pleased
Starving empty stomachs live under the shadows of luxurious villas
Selfishness will soon **** us
Countries are suffering from terrorism
While we limit ourselves to caring about materialism
This isn't a fight to live, it's to survive
From the cruelness that has taken over and strived
Yara Mrad
Written by
Yara Mrad  Lebanon
(Lebanon)   
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