by Ghenname Zohra
Oh Mother I wish you knew
How much I long to make you
And Father proud
I wish you heard the tears and prayers
I wish you had prayed for me enough
But I’m doomed for failure mother
It’s an almost permanent fever I suffer
Make it go away, as you always did
Heal me from the pain, that for so long, I hid
The world is frozen to the bone
And I suffer this fever alone
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ABOUT THE POET ~
i was born on October 14th 1990, to loving parents and a huge family who strengthened and loved me I'm now a student of English in the university, it's been my dream, so i'm trying to live it wholly, poetry- and every word that I write- empowers me and puts me right in the correct place where i belong, everywhere and nowhere...and I am nothing but someone who is in love with the language, 'A poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love with language.', W. H. Auden
Last updated October 09, 2011