Void 6

I have lost my black notebook, 

The one so near to my soul,

I can`t write anything more -

I have lost my blue ink, 

the one I was so attached and

taking it always in my handbag,

I can`t feel complete anymore.

Voices echoing under ground

are calling me at nights, when 

I`m turning in the bed around,

They know where my notebook is,

they know what is written inside,

Inviting me, whispering : "come 

here in this world, take your soul!"

Then will I return to the light? 

-nour-

 July-013