And I walk...
I walk under the outside rain
I walk with nothing but my inside pain
where ever I run I face a locked door
I have lost every reason I used to pray for
But I walk...
circumstances, consequences are what made my pacience grow
I listen carefuly I watch accurately and that is how I know
I know what they think I know what they silently say
I read there eyes and slowly lead them to become my prey
And I walk...
I walk hoping that they will hurt me once again
because then I will have an exuse to drive them insane
I give many oppurtunities but I am generously revengeful
I am slowly loosing my spirit but for the first time I feel grateful
poem by Ayesha Sartawi
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