Sunday, September 21, 2008

They should have


They should have traveled together
They should have tried
To stay together forever
But something has died

They were once strong and kind
But reality changes people's mind
Time doesn't always heal
Sometimes it ruins how you once used to feel

They should have been an example
To what true love means
They should have never forgotten their beautiful sample
But now they are made up of deteriorating scenes

Unforgiveness
Impatience, Misunderstanding
And Blame
4 terrible words to take away what once easily came

They should have stayed in each others company
Filled with good memories
That they made through history
That should have been written for eternity

But scrolls of tragedy
Are being formed in their galaxy
As stars become weak
And get dim as we speak

Flickering mistakes until it gets dark
They can't even miss that no more do they spark
Darker and darker - their relationship sinks
Into the depths of misery as silence links

Their eyes and their thoughts

They should have helped one another to never give up
They should have told their Love to never stop
They
Should
Have
..............Done a lot of things to save it all
But they did a thousand things to bring their fall

I miss what they were and what they should have been
But at least I have it in memory to cherish ,alive and clean
The only archive of evidence
Of what is no more seen


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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' -