The death of a poet by muhammed

You are nabbing ...
You hear noises
A quiet laughters and voices
You wanna get up, but you don't find a reason to
Your days are empty and though your heart
But yet anther day have to start
Like yesterday and the day it last
Getting out from your room
Staring at your father
See all hart that he did in the past
And you know it will last
Your mother talks to you in face of grim
about not doing much of your life
For not fulfilling her dream

Stranger in your family
Alone in your friend
Wandering when your loneliness get to end

wrote your self a poems
good ones ..but not enough
to keep your heart from harms
and your life keep oozing day by day
and the emptiness rams
your life to stream months and years
you try to believe but they keep feeding your fears
with there staring wondering eyes
and the tells about the ones that really exercise
they life and you tell your self ...they all blind
some day they will all know.. they will find
about the vain of gold that they leave behind

but you see your self-reflection
in there eyes and get confuse
recollecting all the moments of truth
in every kind of statistically you lose ..
you lose ..

and they wake,walk and work and back to sleep
and to there end they keep going like a sheep
and life ..just go on
why ..they forgotten
or maybe they have never known

You try to make them know
But you are like your words
Like the water you blow
And like the wind you go

And you keep dying
In the same sad slow
until the final act
And the end of the show

Like the desert darking face
When it fooling a flake of snow
It will gleam for a while or two ...
But not enough to make a rose
In the sand grow
And you didn't belong here
So you have to go..