Turn your pain into positive energy.

Hussein Dekmak

In the middle of the night, I toss and turn screaming out your name
Knowing that even if you take me back, things will never be the same

A baby eagle
flies
in wake
of the sun
A quiet sea lies
in wait
I write letters
to my friends
and
slip them under the rug
For,Love cannot be expressed
A sentient truth
moves through
the crevices
of somewhere
Winter has almost died
‘it’s all fading’,
they tell me
‘Even if
you tried’
I sit and watch
as times passes
a baby eagle’s flight