There are words I cannot say.
Questions I cannot ask.
Statements I cannot state.
My mind is in chaos.
I need to pull a tongue
to produce a voice.
I need to push harder
so people can listen.
But I am afraid to do so.
I am afraid to lose you.
Maybe having no response
will be my greatest reply.
Silence will forever live in me.
My mind is in chaos.
My body is silently dying.
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the tragic series of us
الشعر"Let the poems speak for themselves." They say that a picture contains a thousand words. But for this collection, a picture with a poem reveals another reality.