Poem: 3a.m.

Being deprived from it is not a privilege, 
Its has been weeks accompanied by graven image,
This has to stop, it’s not a scrimmage!

I just hope this would end,
The mind would just stop apprehend,
Yet here I am, trying hard to comprehend!

When will this stop?
Where will this lead?
What will this get?
Why will this stay?
How will this understand?

O please, I need a head, 
just to nod at me,
assuring, things will turn up fine when you open your eyes, the next morning!
For now, sleep!

– ع says – 20.12.18 –

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