Forced to a halt

Forced to a halt

A Poem by Nassira Merahi
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My life ... as it stands still...

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Forced to a halt!

 

 

What is the pain that I feel when I reminisce about a long time ago?

It feels like a pinch … a bruise … a slow death in motion.

Who can try to comprehend the message within the flow?

Who can fly over the moon and despite the tempest bring the potion?

 

I thought it would be easy … I would just cross the sea.

Pushed by ambitions, my life would take its place,

A bit like in a dream, I would adjust to thee.

As a piece of puzzle, fall right into my place.

 

Oh, so wrong was I! Oh so torn I became!

My yearning for adventure suddenly fell apart.

“No more moving around” would soon become my name!

As I slowly lose sight … as I slowly depart.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

© 2008 Nassira Merahi


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Oh, this is sad.

I've read this three times and feel so helpless. I 'm pretty sure, tho could be wrong, that is truth speaking out.

You've placed the words into a fine, fine poem... but the thoughts.. they are sad and, in a way, without hope.

Please find the peace and hope you need, and, very soon. Reach for a star and place it next to your heart.



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.




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Oh, this is sad.

I've read this three times and feel so helpless. I 'm pretty sure, tho could be wrong, that is truth speaking out.

You've placed the words into a fine, fine poem... but the thoughts.. they are sad and, in a way, without hope.

Please find the peace and hope you need, and, very soon. Reach for a star and place it next to your heart.



Posted 16 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 15, 2008

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Nassira Merahi
Nassira Merahi

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I Like to write with a lot of emotion. The sensitive soul that I am, feels a need to let the heart do the talking, whether it rains, shines or snow.... I also enjoy reading other styles of writing. I .. more..

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