I'Ll Cry No More Poem by Osama Aldeyasty

Lonesome? Yes, I am. Lonely? Yes, It's me.
But I won't sit in the dark; I'll be what I want to be.
Tomorrow, I'll go out and look at the sun, smile and run.
Tonight, I won't cry in bed. No, I'll rise and stand in pride.
I'll go up to the attic to meet my ghost. No, I won't hide.
I'll listen to my music. I'll dance to bring me joy, not the pain.
I'll cook my dinner and taste my food, with hope again.
A hope I used to feel: to have a better tomorrow, to pass it with no sorrow.
And I'll wait, to dance finally on your grave,
You cursed misery, no one will save.
I'll pull no knife or trigger, I'll look in your eye, that's my dagger.
I'll stab you twice: once with patience, and once with hope.
And if I failed, I would smile at you, and you will drop.
I'll pray to my Lord: to nail your coffin in hell forever,
Then we all shall no more cry or shiver.
Finally, I'll be born again. I'll feel as before,
I'll live as before: before you walked in through my door.
I'll wait, till patience itself gets bored to death.
I'll fight, till war itself is out of breath.
Then, I'll be dancing on your grave. Then, I'll win.
I'll go home: to the land of happiness and content.
I'll open every window; unlock each door.
I'll sit there smiling, I'll cry no more.



(Dedication)

With love to every person hoping for a better tomorrow: riding patience and wrapped in hope …Go on …You're the one …You will win.


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