Sunday, January 22, 2012

I cannot sleep tonight

I cant sleep I feel sick with torment about whats right and wrong
about what is beautiful and what is ugly
what is mine and what Is not
what i deserve and what I can have
I cant sleep i feel jealous
selfish unlimited with mistakes
I cannot sleep I want to stretch myself until i become invisible
even the closest to me want to make me invisibel
i do not blame them
for I am only expanding
and my dreams are dying
I
am in
pain
my body hurts
my mind cannot sleep
and my mistakes are only getting bigger

I cannot sleep I want what I want
and I need what I want to tell me it is willing to give me another chance
here  i am in 2012
and all i have ts the chance to never letgo
the chance to reduce
the chanceto reducethe misery and become another woman
a woman with meaningful eyes
with beautiful hair
and a red dress......
how I wish for a red dress with gold pearls
and green beads with white satin
and a simple night like tonight with complex emotion and beautiful feelings to tame me
for I am the wild horse that cannot stop running and I am tired
and I am going to die if I do not stop and rest
if I do not stop and tihnk
where it is I am going
what direction do I want to run
and do I really have to run

i must drink some water and rest ....I must drink some water and rest..................

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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' -