Monday, 20 April 2015


Sitting beside hell my mind is cold
Not hearing a word he says 
Choking on sour sorrows
eyes acting as they were blind 
Can't keep the tears they overflow rudely
Flooding my face without permission 
Can't see a future,life is slowly killing me
Only holding on for my young 
So they don't live a hell without 
A mother. My only hope are them
They make me get up 
To see a new Day maybe 
Tomorrow will be a nicer day.

     ©2015 Mariam Alsulaiti.