without guns
without wars

on numberless borders
i fight day and night

struggling for the survival
surving hoping victory

the battle is continous
24 into seven 365 days
or even more, i think since
the moment i was born

struggling for peace
to love and being loved

struggling for existence
defeating fear of to be extint

some moments comes raining as
bombs. beyond expectation or my control

struggling to find a shelter
to keep my breaths continue

though often some splinters of certain situations
pierce my soul, wound my body, hurts my sentiments

but to my best
i try to keep on my struggle, going on

struggling to overcome the odds
avoinding myself to be in the queue of deads

I am struggling all the time.
because I am alive......
© pallmaroof