There was a cloud over her head raining abundantly with tears of blame
The chaos of her predatory thoughts made a chasm
She suffered from near death phantom
Between the lines of life she has symptoms of gloom
A far away voice calling her name
Saying that the flowers of doom will bloom
She saw a burning candle in her dream
Among the darkness there was a flame
Within the void there was a ghostly beam
She defines life as writing a poem where we should play on rhyme
She survives
She relieves the frustration doses
She survives
She forgives herself
She survives
She moves on
The hard roads are the closet to success that we must follow
The truth of things are like pills that torture us to swallow
Memories are forgotten , and wounds can heal or bleed
Pain is not eternal , as long as everything has a beginning and an end .
Written by : Hajar Belhachmi
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