IT,S EID AGAIN

I don,t know if it’s me or not 

having this feeling, it’s all my fault

seating alone in this house

filling  my ears with QURAN

running from the crowd, from the loud

praying to god to fill the empty house

HOUSE, I’ve never heard you before

where are they your people?

where is your voice?

I think I called u before

I can’t admit it, hope u heard the call

if u ever exist, stop being cold

with all the memories u hold

please don’t turn cold

with  your black walls, absorbing every noise

tall and tall, you are getting too cold

absorbing my feelings, my memories, my goals …

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