By Seyed Mohammad Abaft

My life is stained with darkness,

Like a drop of thick ink on paper

Of all the things I witnessed

The Death, the Destruction

The things I never did

To stop this darkness

The questions I never asked

Would have ended this suffering I had

If only I had a hand to pull me up

I would reach my Utopia

My Perfection

My Wonderland

The place where I can feel free again

Free from this ink

For now I must start a new page

Remove the stains on my paper

The darkness of that ink

The pain I suffered

To reach my new haven.