The hardest life hits me.
The seiner I become.
No regret, no sorrow follows me.
No one to blame.
Life chattered me to teach me.
As a stranger killing time to survive
Sitting there looking for his waisted life
I looked for a meaning in my crave.
The motion of monitoring your passing years kills as a knife.
No regret, no sorrow follows me.
No one to blame.
Losers and elders find the grief in the afterlife.
Sitting there all my memories are coming back.
My disappointments, my tears, and my delights.
Nothing left, and nothing lasts we forget the embracement,
but we regret our lack of courage.
At my young age, I lost the meaning all I want is peace.
Prisoner in my memory’s cage
Somber than my fears
The beast inside terrified me for years.
Between hell and heaven, I saw a dead face.
Oh, my past years, oh my waisted life.
The dead face was mine!
Written by: Insaf Raoufi
