new friend

September 14, 2010
By , damascus, Syrian Arab Republic
Its cold at night
At midnight dusk
A little depressed
No human friends
Just family…

Am forced to pretend
That my book is my only friend
For thirty one days and nights

Everyone is talking
And am walking
Between dragon smoke
I walk, going blind on every stone
That’s why I fall
And my future falls down with me

What will I be?
What dose the future hold for me
Some rocks and blocks?
Or a road full of hope?
That has this smoke that makes me go dizzy
Every time I talk
Every time I take a stand
I feel proud and glad
But it never lasts
More than a glimpse
Then everything simply falls down

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