Here in this darkened room
Everything is a wonder
No walls, no ground, no roof
Just hands, a pen and a paper
The idea is to bloom,
When all words join together
Lifts me up to the blue moon
A kind of “self-chase matter”
I’m gonna cry very soon
For my soul can’t take this pressure
Tears will be shaped by the mood
Then all things will be clearer
Waseem Sherif
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/darkroom-2/
