Stolen Dreams...

By Abrahim Harb

Why must you go?
No longer can I,
or do I feel,
nor see.
neither can I hear.

Life flashes,
memories fade,
I shed no tears—
as anxiety rushes my body,
heartache flows out, like vomit.

The love we spoke of now fades.

Hope was stolen,
slipping from my palms,
as I sit in disbelief—
But not for me,
concern for you
overwhelms my mind.

You are broken,
broken into pieces,
my thoughts lead to uncertainty;
As I stand lonesome,

The love we spoke of now fades.

The love we spoke of now fades

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