Poems from mrashedi

Each sunrise highlights this ongoing battle of relapse and recovery. In a world overruled by the constant roar of flying bullets outside...
Each sunrise highlights this ongoing battle of relapse and recovery In a world overruled by a constant roar of gunshots outside your window...
Every night, She sits on her bed Replaying their words as a movie in her head Her green eyes growing lifeless as time fades They wander up...