I am kneeling on my bed,
Between two worlds,
With no edge to stand on,
With no face to hide.
I finished my prayers,
And i know they will be answered,
But will i do ? Will i ?
I put my face between two spaces,
One for tragedy and one for faith,
And i don’t know which one I’ll became,
Don’t know where I’m going,
Don’t know where I’m at,
But the way I’ve been running,
Says it’s a long way out,
And i hold my heart i no longer feel,
With my hand i don’t use,
Maybe I’ll make it up this time,
Maybe it will make me too,
And it’s broken but yet..golden,
It’s broken but there’s no time to grief,
About the broken pomegranate,
My lover once gave me,
And the broken mug that she made me,
And i don’t know if it’s fate,
I didn’t even see how it happened,
But all have been shattered to pieces,
That i keep in my drawer,
Alongside my heart,
They say fill them with melted gold,
And stick them together,
I don’t think they could ever,
Bring what was once told,
Broken pieces of feelings of old,
I’ll thank my long left lover,
At some passing cloud,
She might not know when she sees it,
But it might rain,
We could all touch the rain,
I’m sorry for choosing to be broken,
Alongside all stuff in my life,
But for them i am going,
For them i run and strive,
Those little pieces,
I’ll hold them together,
Like no one did from the start,
But the bed holds me now ,
The bed took the part,
They might never be fixed , unbroken ,
But I’ll hold them together,
With my broken heart.
Together , together , o what is unknown tears but art
zaki monzer 