Seen From The Distance Poem by Rayan Ali

The things of my past
Were never lost
Neither were found
The blurry skies
Vanished away soon
For the sun to rise again
Running to stand still
In the fast moving crowd
The wonderful joy of dreaming
Rushes forth in my mind
But the mirrors that
Reflect the images of reality
Stopped me to moving forward
I try to reach the up-most heavens
Between the unstoppable rains
That poured on all my defenses
Un-questionable reasons
Of the un-trusted fallacies
Stuck on the moment of strings
When broken, tear apart
The live that I once
Forgot to thank for
I never say I’m alone
Neither I fell leftover
Even in the dark shadows
For somewhere in this
Heart that still beats
And a mind, still conscious
There lives a memory
There stays an existence
There remains a belief
Of God who always looks upon me
And never lets go of my hand
Still puzzled I think
How they could say
They are alone
For one soul lies in this soul
And the only thing that
Dies by the time.