no one here knows about
your pain
except you tell them about you
no one can see what you know of your
sorrows
except you become friends and speak about it.
It is possible now to say something in
honesty.
But if I look around me nothing at home,
looks like what to use to describe it
better
not, a radio, not a cellphone, nothing
that close,
to what my life looks like nowadays...
it has become, More like a book
I have been writing, from childhood
each new day can be an additional fresh page.
That way, I have something to look forward to
daily...
©jad
J