How could I
poem by:
Taha Hassan
Written
on Oct 25, 2017
How could I think that I'd be loved? How could I think that I'd be heard? How could I think that i couldn't see any darkness within my heart of misery? The longing for a heart eats me inside. The breaking apart kills me inside. for it was, none other than my own fault. for it was, none other than my own fault. -By Taha
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Cecilia Crasto commented on Oct 25, 2017 at 6:33am
Great display of talent in this well crafted poem Taha, you will surely be an asset on this site, if you continue to write poetry such as this~captivating!
Taha Hassan
commented on Oct 25, 2017 at 6:39am
Much loved, Cecilia. I was hoping someone would say that. I only write to my heart. Sadly there isn't much in it as of now so I'm a bit short on inspiration. Thank you very much.
Frank Hornby .
commented on Oct 25, 2017 at 7:55am
Regrets....I've had a few.......nice poem Taha....
Taha Hassan
commented on Oct 25, 2017 at 8:04am
I'm facing a few right now Frank ..... Thanks.
Christopher Russon
commented on Oct 25, 2017 at 4:13pm
I love the words to this poem it is straight from the heart.the way a poem should be.nice one Taha.
Taha Hassan
commented on Oct 26, 2017 at 12:43am
Thanks Christopher. You know it.....
D'Vina Dietrich
commented on Oct 26, 2017 at 3:57am
You are an amazing writer
Denika Mica
commented on Nov 08, 2017 at 7:21am
Ugh, I felt this way today. Longing to be loved, and at the same time blaming myself for pushing love away. Thanks for sharing your thoughts. I hope Love Finds You Too!.
Fadrian Bartley
commented on Jan 22, 2018 at 1:20am
keep it up
Fadrian Bartley
commented on Jan 22, 2018 at 1:21am
i read it two times because it lovely
