Sunday, September 23, 2007

Broken story

In this farewell
A broken story
There's nothing to tell -
From the truth of a thousand lies

A broken story written with ink of misery
That faces mistakes for eternity
Faces of my identity because I am the calamity
I erase community and let go of my world
Put to rest
my failed test
in a grave alive

clean this slate
from my smeared fate
with the hands of uncertainty
strangle what I've done and let mercy come

wash away my anger
wash away my tear
just one fear
what have we done?

I can't face myself
I can't start again
just minutes to midnight
seconds to fight
seconds to kill
forever to regret
I can't cross out what I've become
and let go of what I've done

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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -