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.
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