There is no beauty in the struggle
And no pleasure in the pain
Just pain and struggle
And suffering
When it hurts, no amount
Of wise words will make it heal
When it kills, no amount
Of daydreaming will make it unreal
And when you fall,
Only then will you find out you’re on your own
Because when you’re standing tall
Your pride blinds you to the reality that you’re alone.

There is no light at the end of tunnels
And no silver lining to any cloud
Just a cloud and a tunnel
And a silent crowd
Because when you’re lost, you will find
That there’s no one to guide you to safety
And when you’re scared, you will find
That there’s no one to lead you back to sanity
Because the crowd that around you stood
Through the good and happy times
Come bad days,
Disappeared fast like the snow in summertime.

There’s no truth to the belief that
“What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger”
Because once you reach that point
All you would want is for it to be over
Because when you’re so close to death
And you feel it in your bones
You stop wondering
When all the pain will be gone
And when you’re standing all alone,
Hand shaking over your heart
Organs bleeding on their own
You’ll wish that what didn’t make you stronger will finally kill you.

© Copyright 7ala Abdullah


9 thoughts on “Truth

  1. I love it 7allo. And I am not even the most poetic kind of guy but I’m really feeling yours!

    It takes hell of a talent to be able to write both stories AND poetry.

    I like that it’s not cheesy and there are no filler lines. All of it original and kept me hooked. And most importantly it’s expressive of how you’re feeling.

    I wanted to write my fav parts but I love all of it equally, but especially the ending!

    Dont take too long til the next one :D

    1. Nous <3
      Thank you so much for your kind words! I'm so, so glad you liked it <3
      You're the sweetest.
      And I hope I don't! (Take too long, that is!)

  2. So dark, and so beautiful.

    I think this is one of your strongest poems, its rhythm, and imagery speaks out a lot. I love how you’ve contradicted the usual expressions, and how that forms the basic structure of the poem. You named it truth :)

    What hurts me is the hopelessness in this poem. Hope is a great thing, and it makes us survive. Don’t lose it 7allo..

    Please don’t.

    1. I’m happy you liked it, my Fatma.
      And I won’t lose it, dear.
      I’m gonna be okay. Always.
      I love you. <3

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