Harder to describe yet easier to feel
Painful to endure yet beautiful to say
Of old saint memories locked deep in a sorrowful heart
Turned away from the light of positivity it sinks slowly into obscurity
Soul calling for help
Yet body refusing to heed
Mind and heart at war for who follows who
A disunity from within makes one a slave to every master from the outside
Shuttered thoughts
Sleeping heart
Eyes wide opened
In a busy-idled body
Sees so well to that which adds no value
For he that wishes to secure a good spot in the market
Divorces sleep while the bed is so gentle and sweet
When a man’s happiness finds itself in the hands of others
Freedom is but a price that comes when one bows to whatever is lord on thee
Hating others for what he has but yet have no eyes to see
And so often we become the people we hate in different situations
©Hamza Hajj Ayub