A Child's Mind...

The darkness suit me
The fearsome creatures uncovers me
The night haunts me
And the moonlight illuminates me

The smile burns into my face
I dream of light unto my race
The sweet seduction rises
Like the rain that's flightless

The peril was delicious
My revenge was hideous
His dreams were nefarious
And the way he kills was malicious

I can't sleep tonight
I can't finish this fight
I am now at the height
Where darkness covers the night

Forlorn and illicit was he
Spiteful might he be
The cowards have been we
They give leers, can't you see?

Oh! I have dreamed
But the Gods there were feared
Wails and Mourns were heaved
He divulge the way he lived

I dream of rain
Can you remember by vain?
I was in plight when I train
To kill those who were relentlessly insane

How long have you laid?
Is what's on your head what you made?
Or that of your heart have read?
Perhaps what they said?

How long have I been here?
How much can your tear?
I'm shaking in fear
Help! Can't you hear?




I dream of rain
My people are in vain
Can you feel the pain?
Or are you like those who lost their sane?

Help! Can't anyone feel?
How our wounds will never heal?
But the pain can be sealed
Like your love that's a shield

I fear the nights
The lonesome fights
The broken rights
The shattered lights

My land!
Take my hand
Wash your face with sand
Take a look at the damage you've found

Coz I've been treated so long
They say that promises sweeten the flow
As if I've been untouchable
And I'll be lying at the dark row

I slowly die
I bid goodbye
But please, my people still cry
Whisper your prayers high

Oh, I need this enough
And when the darkness comes…
I'll be leaving
And I mean this

Goodbye…
Farewell my land…
And my people…
Goodbye…

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Thanks for reading this.
>this is dedicated for the ArabIsrael war. I imagined myself being an 8 year old child and i am in the mids of the war, wherein i can see every suffering that my people experience (the nationality is not specified, just to take both POV) but no one sees me. And 'till i die...i am still asking for PEOPLE TO UNDERSTAND me...and how my people suffer (though i am not an israelite or from lebanon). And by reading this poem...I WANT YOU TO REFLECT AND PRAY FOR THEM...THOSE WHO DIED...FOR THEIR LOVE ONES(those who survived)...AND THOSE WHO ARE NOT YET FOUND...and i WNAT YOU TO appreciate how LUCKY you are....REFLECT my friend...reflect...
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Thanks and bye
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There IS NO SUCH THING AS A NONSENSE
It is only that you do not understand my language, my heart, my mind, and my words
So who gave you the permision to judge me?
~Blue Feather~