The moon light

The moon light.. ..

 

I brought my book as I do every night…

I led up my cigarette under the moon light..

The lights in the street were a queue…

But the stars in the sky were a few..

Yesterday was the tree and today is the moon..

They gave the life for my heart's death zone..

I wished to die but not to remember..

The girl who lift me for my family member..

She pretended to love me when she loved my brother..

The one who doesn't love me because of my mother…

He was the beloved after his mother has died..

I had no one with me, they were all his side..

I thought of suicide but Allah was my guide..

The tears were flooding until they dried…

I had been very lonely till blood I cried…

Life is not fear, and there is no luck..

As the story "The white and the black duck"..

I had been struggling but I didn't lose hope..

I kept waiting for the surviving rope…

If I continue writing may I can't stop..

But for now I will give up…

I don't know how to end the story…

But I'm saying I'm sorry..

Hate can't remain, but love can do…

Just do not be a blind and know you love who..

    

…The end…

 

BY HAMZA  EBRAHIM BARGOG

 

 

Reviews

[Ame Rain]

yesterday it was the tree and today it's the moon :)

I like how named your days ,,
But i don't Like the down feelings ..
People wish to die becouse of the unfear Life ..
But actually they just need to be saved ..
we know thet after the sadnees ,, after the darkness
There is always Light of Hope ..
and your days will be better than before ,,

I loved it :)