Finally I Had Put My Walls Up,

I haven’t told anyone. But I am really tired. I am lonely and really exhausted. I don't have bad days or good days anymore. They all just feel the same. Sometimes when I lay in bed, I imagine these black clouds so huge, they would swallow me. Some other times, it feels as though my skin is infected with millions of parasites. I am scared. I can’t talk. I can’t talk.

lost in soulless city

Hello 👋, My name is Momen Al Madhoun / I am a digital artist /a father of two children " Ezzdeen & Amir " I live in Gaza City in the heart of the Genocide, working tirelessly to amplify my voice to the world through my artwork.

I want to say thank you a lot. Your donations helped me improve our displacement conditions. But my family still needs your contributions to keep going We rely on you, you are our hope for survival.

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It's time.

It's time to end it all.

And i am gonna survive it all.

I have been wondering,

if its my fault that she is becoming a monster.

and if it is me, i might be doing a good job.

and it scares me.

life would have been soo dramatic

if i was a dragonnn

Identity

Who am I, if not a poet? What am I, if not a writer? What is my existence, And what is my purpose?

How do I relieve myself of these emotions, If not by bleeding myself on paper? How do I express myself to the world, If not by baring myself for everyone to see? What is my comfort, if not being vulnerable with words? Where do I go, if not to pen and paper? To whom do I share my happiness, sadness, My sorrows, and guilt? Where do I let out my anger, Before it turns me cold and sharp? Where do I pour out the storm, Before it drowns me? Tell me, what do I do, If not write?

Who am I, if not a poet? What am I, if not a writer? What is my existence, And what is my purpose?

©Pen_Pain_Poetry

do i wanna add a tag?

NO BITCH

I DON'T

hope. Hope is the most agonizing feeling i've ever felt.

Thanks for Listening

I write songs but no one listens  I write poems no one reads  A secret show with just one ticket  these words are dancing just for me 

Oh, is this self doubt or sweet wisdom?  to play for no one but the sun  Don’t need the oohs and aahs of others  at my eternal party of one 

My imperfect poetry, I write you in invisible ink My pitchy melodies, I sing at the lowest frequency  but if you can hear me... thanks for listening 

The thrill of writing a new sentence  dreaming up syllables that sing  Don’t need a chorus line behind me  I found a friend in all these keys 

Oh, is this self doubt or sweet wisdom?  I tell myself don’t overthink I pour out my soul to these four walls give them all of my secrets to keep

My imperfect poetry, I write you in invisible ink My pitchy melodies, I sing at the lowest frequency  but if you can hear me... thanks for listening 

Am I moving forward or standing still?  Is it fear of failing or am I chill?  I tell myself it’s not that deep  so I play in secret just for me 

But if you can hear me... Oh, if you can hear me... If you can hear me... thanks for listening