Missing piece
To start in an end –
Conquering the battle that was never won
I raced in my heart for a reason why you were gone
The dawn of my tears rose in the day
I waited for your scent to clear them away
Glass broke in the alley of my dreams
It was a memory that broke deep inside of me
Of promises raining, falling on the step of my trust
All shattered remains drying to dust
There was a sky blazing with hope like the sunsets well of colors
Dark Orange and Blackened red
They painted me dead
Potions poured mistakes of true love’s magic
Powerful spells written that I was tragic
Tragic to fall in love with you
I thought that love was worth fighting for
Betrayed by my depths and core
I wanted to risk a chance for you because wanting you was all I knew
I said things would change -But nothing changed except me
Something forever became of me
Illiterate to my senses, foreign to my soul
Hiding secrets from myself
A strange choreographic image with my identity
I have lost the image that love can last for eternity
And it tears me apart 
Missing pieces of my heart
Distance hums in the distance
A suburban misconnection, transportation of minds
Flying networks of painful ideas
The train pulls up to the station of reminiscence
Destination – too far away
The consequence of reality
Outside the realms of the departure of your eyes
The galaxy dances melting into the arms of space
I remember the strength of your trace
Midnights ago pouring light over my shadow
And inside I am hollow
Crying tears for tomorrow
Unknown is my sorrow – to you
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' -
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