Isn’t it Beautiful?

beautiful poem about life

Poem

 

Spirits in my head
Invisible to you
But so real to me.

Ghosts move about
In the most silent moments
Putting me to sleep.

Do you see
The colorful bouquet
Growing out of cement?

Do you hear
The sound of music
In silent graveyards?

I have friends
I have enemies
But they are mine alone.

You think I’m crazy.
But isn’t it beautiful?
My insanity.

 

more by NOOR NIJJAR

photograph by Matthew Smith

 

Image Curve’s Manifesto

Hire An Editor
Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

You may also like...