Hunting the stars

since you’re gone now
hunting the stars on your way
making path of which was made for you
to a land of truth and no more being astray

this world is false where happiness lies
where the true unsatisfied souls cry
of being alone, but the truth is wrong
so you die, and no more of these whies….

there you can find a true bright skies…
where the clouds have no meaning of sadness
sweet joyful dolls of which you like
papers and pens… no more tears flowing eyes

though i can see you’re body in this world
but you cannot anymore feel my reality
your lips in your face lies here not moving
you’re next to my feet darling, in a wooden board

of what you dream… of you i dream
of the past… and your lifetime sad scream
with a sad heart, i play with a toy shaped like you
with a sad red heart, sad like yours

…i wish i could make you happy for a second
and never let you die
…the truth is that in every second
i tried so hard to make you smile….

This poem was written/submitted by Emad Halawani.