To the moon

Fly to the moon,
bring me back to earth.
look into my eyes,
can you see right through me,
I bet you don’t,
Look deep into my eyes,
Look right through my hopeless soul.

I am going to take to a journey, a journey of me, of my own being.
You won’t see perfection, perhaps, vulnerability.
You will see scars around.
And the world will keep moving round and round.

I don’t want you to get dizzy.
I want you to feel me, and don’t throw everything away.

Let’s pause for a moment, close our eyes.
let’s have a human connection, some sort of telepathy one,
Or a psychic ability for each other’s soul and mind.
Let’s forget about it all for a second, and appreciate our human experience,
for once, because there is an external cruel world, that keeps haunting us, and hurting us so badly that we have become so numb to our emotions.

Let’s fly to the moon

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Mostafa Al awamry (pen name: Abelardus Amadeo)

Basically, i write to belong. I am quite interested in humanitarian studies as well as poetry.