Due to despair and abiding grief
Wishing it to end or be brief
Nonchalance killed her belief
In kindness or any hasty relief
She was about to die
None heard her sigh
She sent a piercing cry
Roaring in the sky
Burdened with a huge 'why?'
Why have you taken a stand,
Not to care or lend a hand?
Why can't you be a real friend?
You're just living in dreamland
Where your life is built on sand
© Chaouki M’kaddem
January 11th, 2014
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