The Forever Blooming Flower

The forever blooming flower-

I do not plunge into despair because the rose withers,
I have been down that path and have learned not to grief,
because I know that once Spring rolls in again another flower will bloom,
the beautifuler the flower, the longer it stays bloomed,
But why must I continue on to this process,
when will I find the flower that does not die out?
a beautiful flower that is forever blooming.

Life is but a dream they say, but I say it is more like a nightmare-
leading up to getting buried 6 feet deep in earth
only to wake up to judgment for all of the sins you committed

As I hit the road once again to change the self,
I'm hoping that this one won't have any potholes or ditches.
Memorable is the one that got away. There was she was one day sitting on the pedestal,
on the throne - your queen. Now she has vanished, gone,
nowhere to be seen. You have abandoned her,
you have left her for your own pride and ambitions.
Once gone she will not return. Another door closes,
then another opens, where it leads to- who knows?

Bullet shell casings on the floor, gun-smoke in the air.
My ears deafened because of the loud shellings from the machine gun.
Moqadishu is the location, 1990 is the year.
Memories of dressing up for Eid is all I have.
Trying to go to school with the rest of my siblings but being too young.
The journey has took its toll on the mind, body, and soul.
On the back of my mind, I Wish beautiful Mogadishu will bloom again.
Bloom forever like the forever blooming flower.