Forgive me [Archives:2008/1149/Community]
By: Somaya Al-Shameery
Oh, book, forgive me.
I've filled your pages with sad words;
I've filled your lines with heartbreaking letters
And ripped your pages one after the other,
Searching for the perfect words that might help express
The sorrow that lives deep inside me.
Oh, book, once again I've failed to assimilate myself to this
Unpleasing atrocious world,
Where one becomes a monster in an instant,
Where war has become simple and existence has become a threat,
Where honesty and truth are nowhere to be found,
Where selfishness has replaced generosity and
Where money has become master and its owner a slave.
Oh, dear book, I could call you a rescuer, a saver or maybe a secret keeper.
You and no one, but you I reveal my true feelings
And I don't have to worry that you may betray.
You help take the heavy weight off my chest.
I can call you a dear friend of mine.