Sorrow Without Relief



Shred of blood drops from your heart-rending
You never thought you would be a part of the war-releasing events
Gashing emotions run flooded, but you'll locate agleam days
You are enervated, your suffering has gone beyond all chains
Your souls have become a piece of hell worse than ever, but some of those who eloped from the city in the early days were also fighting to outrun, live a softly better life
Please makeshift now, for the sake of children, and the aims of the future of Sudan
Even those who flee from Khartoum to the comparative benignity of Port Sudan, on the Red Sea coast, are often scrabbling to live on
hundreds of civilians are now living in a serried shelter that is formerly a school dormitory
You require residual refraining from warfare
You left aches and memories behind,
In reticence, our security slowly weakened.
As we stir forward, no one’s to endure and be unscathed
You propel to an idle desert
You sort out the aisle like the back of your palm
You felt the ground beneath your feet
Oh, slick thing, where are you displacing?
You are getting graybeard
You are getting onerous
 and you need something to depend upon
You are getting puny, and you demand thereabouts to initiate
You come across a dried-out grass
You felt the footsteps there, looking at you
This can be the last of everything
So where do we tread? Somewhere only we never explore
Somewhere only we know
This can't be the last of everything
I wish this world's somberness would come to a wind-up

About this poem

POET’S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM: The poem was written on Friday, 3rd February, 2024. This poem captures that life isn’t always a stretch of uninterrupted happiness. If we can communicate our problems and listen to the tales of others who are going through similar issues, we may just overcome them. Remember, you are still a valuable human being deserving of love and respect, no matter how terrible you feel right now.

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Submitted by Yousif on February 02, 2024

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Scheme ABCDEFGHIJKLMNOAPQGRSTAUVAW
Closest metre Iambic heptameter
Characters 1,501
Words 278
Stanzas 1
Stanza Lengths 27

Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker

Yousif Ibrahim Abubaker Abdalla was born on 9th of March 1986 in Khartoum - Sudan. People always call me (Shakespeare) he went to University of Juba- School of Arts and Humanities- Departmentof English Language. He works as a TEFL teacher and IELTS/TOEFL preparation trainer, Freelance interperter / Translator, and Poet. Provided Arabic to English Translation, proofreading, editing, interperted multiple in person interview and workshops for the documentary. Highly acquainted with. political. economical, legal documents, technical phraseology to ensure correct Translation Reviewed and Translation of books. He is inspired poet from the country of exquisite natural beauty, ancient historical attractions and inhabitants well versed in the art of hospitality in central Africa beloved Sudan. He is fond of poetry writing about life and whole thing that happen to human kind, either good or bad. He has got the collection of poems that he writes in various issues: socio-cultural, lamentation, lyrical, narrative, political, love, friendship, pain, especial events of my life, , etc and environmental as well, he always publishes many articles and poems on Sindh Courier is an online news service in Karachi, Pakistan. He had have been worked as a debate leader discussing various topics in many English Institutes, centers, academy and schools over 10 years, and sometimes he helps foreigners who come to visit our state to work with them as a translator or trip guider also, he helps international business people communicate more effectively and comfortably in British English. He does this virtually as non a native speaker, he supports people gain the confidence needed to improve and master accent management is key to intelligibility and thus pronunciation training has become a primary focus of his personalized sessions. He focuses on helping my clients learn how english language system works and then how to put it into action with relevant vocabulary, correct pronunciation. He also can be reached at: americanslang64@gmail.com more…

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