• Amira

heaven

In the pitch dark

fire woke up the

devil

of all good sins


I fear the

future

& the

past


Clouds of joy and promises

rise and rise

Tides of good fortune

reflect in your eyes


As soon as I get close

the voice in side my head

spins its lies.


Where the tress are made of

wood and things are what they


seem


Your world sits in the palm of

the unknown and feared


It is not your fault

it is not your choice


it is your role

your desire

your faith


that will bring you to your knees


I fear the

future

& the

past



I fear me.


By Amira Shohdi



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