Murmurs of an Ex-poet

Noura, where do I begin? I was left with my head spinning with this poem. I have read this numerous times and still I am speechless! Well written poem by you this week. It's brilliant!
Raw emotions mixed with darkness and tragedy are etched in every line, mixed with outstanding word usage.. I just can't get enough of this poem and I apologize for such a small comment, but all I can say is -------------------- WOW!

Judging comment:

I agree with whoever said that there is such beauty in your words, beauty in a way that is hard to describe, but maybe because of the honesty, of the doubts, of that anger perhaps or feelings of not being able to be certain images of light or hope at the time. That shows one is human. That we are not always ready with our actions and how we communicate. That what we are is not always pretty. This is a moving piece, especially in the self-revelation that is personal and heartbreaking to read as an outsider. I feel that so much has shattered you, war, the fleeting promises of peace or happiness perhaps. The metaphors in this are simply worded yet complex on their own because there is a great deal of pain and struggle you are facing, yet putting that into words may be impossible, and all you may be able to do now is do what you know in the moment. A powerful piece, your verses cannot be broken down for each line touches my heart and has a poignant voice. (10)

Judges comments

Those first four lines!! What a hook, scene setting and tone setting at its finest. This is a master class in sad poetry, stanza 2 has such dark and deep imagery it is frightening. This whole piece has a feel of a release but one that has vented beautiful lyrically perfect music. I love the repetition of I and I'll it's almost finger pointing narrative. Overall this is one of those poems that crop up from time to time that is hastily added to a lot of readers favourites. Well done 10 points.

Gosh, guys! I don't know how to reply to your nice words. They fill me with joy. Thank you!

Not to detract from your own voice, but this is very reminiscent of Sylvia Plath, although ripe with tones of your home. This is a gripping poem. 5/5.