A Stellar Flare of Young Adult Writing and Visual Art

Hopeless Life

brown house


A hopeless sight, that’s all what in my life
trying to speak for the better but every time something makes me quiet.
No light in my morning, dark is the night
To whom I will go with everyone I had a fight
Trying to make the situation better, trying to be the knight
but unfortunately everyone says I am on the wrong side
The situation getting worse, I don’t know why?
What’s the matter I can’t even cry
No one tries to understand me
They think what the matter might be
I am having troubles trying to find someone with whom I can share

About the Author

Born on : 34/08/2005
Father’s name: Abdullah Allah Wasaya
Nationality: Pakistani

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This entry was posted on September 9, 2020 by in Poetry and tagged , .
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