A poem which describes my feelings and the reason why I feel dead even I'm alive. The reason why I feel absent even I'm present.

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The moon is so beautiful

Also the stars in the sky

But life is so painful

And it really makes me cry.

I'm present, but in the same time absent.

Alive, but in the same time dead.

I'm present in this world, but I feel absent.

I'm alive in this life, but I feel dead.

Because I'm not free.

And I can't find some wisdom.

With people I don't agree.

And I can't get any freedom.

Oh my distant wishes, and my impossible dream... When will the hard Circumstances fall down so we meet?

I just said that life really makes me cry. But I don't know if I should blame life or myself..... Maybe I don't know how to deal with life's situations and I feel like life is so painful. Or maybe it really is!!!

Sometimes I say: why this life?

Sometimes I pray.

Sometimes with myself I enter in a strife.

And sometimes I feel like I want to get away.

I'm alive in this life. But I feel dead...

In this world I'm present but in the same time absent.

I feel lot of pain.

Because I just can't gain

I can't gain anything I want.

But I really wish I could be in the front.

In the front of everything

I wish I could feel the beauty of the spring.

I'm present but in the same time absent.

If they say that life is beautiful and I can't feel its beauty, then I shouldn't say I'm alive. I'm dead.

Present but absent!!!

By Mary Khend

From: Algeria

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