Question in the horizon
Look away over the horizon some say it melts the sky in this mix of orange and red colors of a heart searching questions with no limits in sight formless responses in an unbound space
Look away over the horizon some say it melts the sky in this mix of orange and red colors of a heart searching questions with no limits in sight formless responses in an unbound space
An end
looms
the obsolete
breaks
the flow of life
cuts off
frustration
The clock ticks endlessly
Stealing the minutes
Right under my nose
Time is running away
Numbers keep changing
On the oven’s screen
A continuous roll of digits
— In response to the Lebanese Protests — To iterate the madness of life through the domination of people in controlling resources, finances, and choking the populace. Men and women in power are blinded by too much power and their lifestyle. I wrote Stand, a poem calling my people to stand up for their rights…
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It blows in the forgotten corners
a melody
the one forgotten
not hummed anymore
at every waking