I wish I could take something back
but I cannot
i wish I could get amnesia and forget
but I am only remembering more
I wish I was the hope I knew
but I have changed
I wish I was stornger
but I was weaker
I wish I was not in so much pain right now
but I am
I wish I was not unfaithful
but I was
I wish I remembered the moon glaring at me
and the clouds trying to help me
and God testing me
maybe I could have passed
but I failed as i alwayes do in other aspects in my life
and here I am with nothing
but deep disgusting regret and a shamful feeling of failure
I failed
I let myself fail
I let myself fall
i let my mind stop working
I let it happen
I
let
it
be
and now I have no one to blame but myself
but.......if i keep like this then life will have stopped for me on that train
then life would have stopped for me in that moment and then whats the point in living the rest of my life
the only point i have now is just to get back to the woman i was ....4 days ago
I cannot take back time
I cannot stop time and come from the future and tell myself, show myself how wrong i was
I cannot do anything to take my problems away
Ican only .......... move forward
I can only move forward and the more I move the further i will be the more ties will be cut
I can only think of what I did not think of that night
God
and jealousy?
I am jealous as I am the traitor
here I am thinking........I'm the best I'm the best and I'm the worst
I'm a terrible person
I'ma real betrayor
I'm a real monster
maybe even the devil in disguise..............maybe even the worst memory
Sunday, July 10, 2011
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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' -
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' -
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