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Zainab Ibrahim Feb 2018
A young girl,
A shattered soul,

Torn from her freedom,
Torn without a voice.

She cries tears of acid,
They looked on and jeered.

The humiliation...
The agony...

A world without its light.

She looked on,
Her tears would not stop.

They forced her,
Forced her to her knees.

Ignored her pleas.
Ignored her broken heart.

She became a puppet,
An empty shell.

Returned to a false life,
Returned to the darkness.
So not let anyone pull you down, if they tell you to stop, work harder and never bow down to anyone.
Zainab Ibrahim Feb 2018
He died,
His life stolen,
No more pain.

She looked on,
Her life frozen,
No more pain

We died,
Our lives given,
All the pain.

Spring and summer,
Autumn and winter.
Through all the seasons,
I give you this heart.

A broken heart.

A son torn from his mother.

They were frightened.

No sympathy,
No compassion,
We killed them all.

Killed the mother,
Yearning for her son
...

Killed the son,
Yearning for his freedom.

Killed our humanity
And bathed...
In rivers filled with blood.

We took,
Gaining their resentment.
These innocent minds,
We have corrupted.

"Why?"
"Why spare the lives of the guilty?"
You said.

On judgement day,
You will not be spared

On judgement day,
I Hope,
I hope you burn in HELL.

No compassion,
No sympathy,
No freedom,

EVERYTHING YOU DENIED ME!
At some pinpoint in life, you realise that some people are not worth it.
Zainab Ibrahim Feb 2018
Your eyes clouded in grief.

A blank page,
No colour,
Just black and white.

Who do you mourn?
Who deserves such attention?

He left you broken.
He left you empty.

So who is it for?
Your grief,
Who is it for?

No one understood your pain,
No one...
But I.

Close your eyes!
I do not wish to see your grief.

For it is not for me,
Even though I'm dying.

I was a fool.
A fool unloved,

Unrequited.

And forever mote it be.
Never stay by someone who makes you feel unloved, they have no right to keep you caged so break free and fly. Regain your freedom. Find someone who loves you for who you are.
Zainab Ibrahim Feb 2018
Cold, a froze river
Barren landscapes
Withered nature
So what?
This is just the beginning!

Time forever lost
Statues,
Forever unmoving.

We're frozen, and forever we shall be.

Never moving,
Never beginning,
Never ending.
Zainab Ibrahim Feb 2018
It seduced you, did it not?
It left you lifeless, did it not?
You screamed and begged.

Stop it;
   Freedom is not your!

And now you wander
Mourning for your innocence.

The veil between life and death,
Torn beyond repair.

Yet I still scream and beg;
No more a dimwitted fool.

Someone who has seen
Someone who has touched,
Tasted.

It will never stop.
Zainab Ibrahim Feb 2018
You were cruel,
You were callous.

A weight I could never get rid of.
Yet I stayed,

I enjoyed the inflicted pain;
Sweet sorrow,
Sweet redemption.

I held you too close,
You stayed,
In your silence,
I felt your fears.

So I opened my hands,
Let you regain your freedom.

The process was slow,
And you slipped away.

I watched you hold her hand.
The jealousy,
Ugly and true.

I watched you hold his hand.
The jealousy,
Numb and rewarding.

We couldn't...

We couldn't stay away.
So we a sang and danced,
Bodies entwined in a darkened room.

Don't let me see you tears fall!

Don't let me see the agony I cause.

Heaven will forever bar it's doors,
And in it's silence,
We seek our fragile hearts.

The cycle repeats.
I hope you enjoy
Zainab Ibrahim Feb 2018
The candle flickers
A breath racked with agony

Slowly the darkness fades
A battle of wills

Darkness and light
Heaven and Hell

The flame died
A last breath drawn

Don't cry she pleads
Smile

Is it not what you wanted?
Smile

I gave you what you want.

It's not enough, is it?
You want to **** me more?

I was never meant to die
Slowly and painfully
A wish not granted.

It was not enough.
My tears fell
You saw deception

I cried out
You heard lies.

False promises
False claims.

Smile.
Your eyes tortured
More than your actions.

Your taunts were not enough
The wound that bleeds
The heart yearns.

A soul burned out...

Not dead, extinguished.
Never to return.

She suffered,
Why not let her go?
I was feeling depressed when I wrote this.
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