The simplest desire is the hardest to achieve.
Out of the depths of the soul that is tough to perceive.
Crunch the memories into one whole devoid of harm.
Eying the flattery lips and bellowing the fake charm.
Thoughts and recollections burden the spirit to breathe.
Wear a metal armor to hide the open flaws that lay underneath.
Non-existence is truly the way what practicality has risen to.
In a far off land envision the laugh, lighthearted ways and the bliss too.
Rest on the white patio chair and swig the hot cup of coffee with cream.
Dwell on the past events that are horrid to recall, although normal to dream.
Written by Hadel S. Ma’ayeh, © Copyright 2015, All rights reserved.