Submitted by : zahra ar-rofiqah on Strugle

as people always see,
the bubbly me,
the truth lies within,
something that cannot be seen,
should i say iam happy,
it will just be partly,
as i feel the suffer,
to step even further,
as my eyes always look at something nice,
my heart wont forget to reminisce,
the future, present and the past,
where they feel the grieve beyond they can hold on,
to where they live full of cries and moan,
making the heart of mine to wrench,
to thousand pieces as it can,
the weight i carry,
just as like a feather compared to a brick,
where all the pains are more than a prick,
just like sharp spears and swords, ouch, it makes me sick.
the only thing i am able to do,
just wait for the aid,
while dua is being made,
i'm sure one day justice will be done,
it's just a matter of patience and time.