Silent Distress of A Refugee's Life

Silent Distress of A Refugee's Life

I cry alone in silence under the endless sky
I feel so down about my life, so dry and forlorn
I sit and talk to myself without any movement
Too many times, I think about my life as a refugee
It makes me wonder where my life is and will be
 
Taking up a deep breath, I often shoot a long sigh
In despair I shake my head and wipe out my tears
I want to force my eyes shut and go asleep at ease
But I fear the dreadful dream that haunts my soul
It makes my nights so unbearable too many times
 
I walk around all over the places in search of care
With my heart so burdened and my soul so weary
And stepping towards a place that I think it home,
I look up to heaven and murmur for help in whisper
But there again seems no hope at all too many times
 
I kneel down and stretch out my arms in prayers
I go around seeking someone to share my pains with
But nobody seems to give heed to my cry in need
Nobody even beside me seems to capture my hunger
So, still I cry in distress without sound too many times

Robert Ngun Sang
Malaysia
17 September 2012

 

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