I Versus Them Poem by Besma Jemaa
I Versus Them
I give chances, many and many hences,
But when it comes to me, no body sences.
I find excuses that reality refuses,
And make them a truth that within me fuses.
To carry on with them is something useless.
To get along with them is already postponed and fruitless.
To satisfy them is a pure dream that is endless.
To reach their love is a vain wish that is restless.
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