Sobbing Without Sound — Mosab Abu Toha
I wish I could wake up and find the electricity on all day long.
I wish I could hear the birds sing again, no shooting and no buzzing drones.
I wish my desk would call me to hold my pen and write again,
Or at least plow through a novel, revisit a poem, or read a play.
All around me are nothing
But silent walls
And people sobbing
Without sound.
