Tomorrow is another day,
Another day of torture,
Another day to sigh.
Why life has been scourging,
Devouring all the light,
Vanquishing the existence,
Of everything fragile.
The soul which laughed,
Withered.
The heart that danced,
Shriveled.
The dreams and hopes,
The dancing rays,
The rainbow hanging,
From the palm of a child,
Like an autumn leaf,
Like a winter tree,
With an empty life,
With an empty soul,
Hoping for a better tomorrow.
One without worries, and with no hurry,
A raw cassette of life,
Seeking its true essence,
Saying goodbye to the past.
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Umama Zahir
My name is Umama. I am passionate about writing and strive to create pieces that leave a lasting impact on my readers. Through my work, I aim to convey the depth of emotions and explore themes that truly resonate with the core of our being.
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The others dropped like flies around me. We fought and struggled to get to this point. I'm the only one left now. The objective is right there. A mere two hundred feet away. The last of my team got a bullet to the head right next to me, but I couldn't do anything. I was able to locate and neutralise the sniper as he shot my friend, so his death was at least not in vain.
By Mohammed Darasi7 days ago in Fiction
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Saying goodbye to the past isn't easy but it's wise to do so. Loved your poem!
What a captivating story!