Up to my ife

Raining...
Drops  are falling  on your  face,imitating  tears.  You look  down once  more.
You  think,as  usual... You want to  quit,again...
Keep  wondering  how   would  everything  be  if...  
If  at  least   one  third  of  all those   around understood.
 If  one  half   of all  the friends   were  real.  
What  if  you  would  change and   smile, like  centuries  ago.  
Not  leave   home just   to  escape  from  four walls,  that made  black  box   around  you...
What if  some  of  those  who you  care  about   would quit dieing.
What  if  you  would   quit  trying...on  yourself...
Millions of  cars  are passing  by,and  you  just  keep  standing on that  bridge....making   wishes, promising to start  over...  Last  tear  is  falling  down and  your  reflection  finally  leaves...
now  it's up  to  you...
Up  to  your life...

Author's Note

Ignore grammar:) thats one of my older works...

Reviews

[Bushra Naqshbandi]

Great poem! Very meaningful and something we can relate to. The mysteries of life questioned in a beautiful manner. :)