The love of a friend...

I was someone,

But for me I was no one.

I was rejected,

Hardly accepted.

Invisible in school,

Course I wasn’t cool.

I was known as a nerd,

My voice was never heard.

I asked god, why me?

He answered back, because you are lucky…

I thought and thought,

I blinked and blinked,

Then I realized,

The whole world changing before my eyes.

Years passed,

People moved on fast,

My parents died, leaving me alone,

Hardly understanding what was going on.

I tried to hold on my fears,

Never telling anyone about the nightmares.

I was living in darkness

Yet no one with me, the friendless,

I again asked god, why me?

He answered again, because you are lucky…

My hands were wrapped around me ‘course it was a cold night

I was walking and walking then I saw a cars light

It came and stopped right in front of me

I was wondering how stupid the driver had been

Then someone lowered the windscreen

And told me to get in

I was touched by her sweet words

And I thanked her loads

It was a long way to her house

She asked me how my life was

I told her everything,

And she told me that she to go through the same things

That was the day my life just began

A wonderful phrase by a kind human

And I now know the meaning of lucky

And I am very happy

Just because of one sweet phrase

Every nightmare of mine, just erased

A friend’s love

Has changed the world

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source: Aminath Shaikha Sobah

All alone in this big empty world

Looking through the melting glass

As time chooses how fast to pass.

I wonder why were even here

I'm overwhelmed with sudden fear.

I try to speak but only mumble

The walls around me start to crumble

I look down and close my eyes

I cant tell the truth from the lies

Is this real or just a dream

The voice inside me starts to scream

The screaming peaks then fades away

Tomorrows just another day.

Work Of Pain

My Poetry’s not a work of art.
Its more
A work of pain
The feelings here reveal my heart.
What’s lost
And hoped to gain.
The words I write are not for you
And not for he or she.
The words I write
Are meant to cure
The damaged parts
Of me.
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