Life As A Writer

Michael Daaboul. 26 y/o from Australia/Melbourne. Digital Designer & Creative Writer.

death

In paradise they hear us sing, about the horror stories on Earth during the wars they bring. We tried to stay strong and fearless, but the haunting artillery was no match for our voices. They forced us in hibernation and we became weak and scared. We gave in, we needed food and water. They stripped us of our defences and tore our clothes off. There was no other way of knowing, in this paradise, that they would have their way with us when they were staring right into our eyes.
Michael Daaboul
I’m alone and I feel the darkness of the night has come over me. Fear has taken my heart and everyone I know has run away. I hold on to my teddy and hold on so tight, I sing a song my mother used to sing to me when father wasn’t home to try and lie to me about how everything will be fine. I saw it in front of my own eyes when they took her. It’s not the night I’m afraid of, it’s the cowards in tanks, that have taken everything I have ever loved away from me.
Michael Daaboul
We’re at war again and they have fed us lies. The innocent die and those hiding wonder when all of this is going to end. It’s easy for us here to not listen to the bombardment of shells; it’s easy to forget the children who are covering their ears, shutting their eyes so tight. They will sit there not knowing why their mother and father had died, why their brother and sister have been wounded. And they have come to realise, they don’t ever want to know why, they just wanted everything to be alright.
Michael Daaboul
Will she go to Heaven; will you ever see her again? It makes you so angry the people in this world have forsaken you. You try to forget, but then it consumes your mind again and you remember it all. And you wish you had all the time once more, with her, just one more day. I want to know God, will I ever meet her again. You haven’t given me a sign and you have broken my heart again and again and you won’t tell me or end my misery, tell me, will I meet her again?
Michael Daaboul
I won’t be coming back home, this is war and nobody wins. I’m stuck in a conflict that I can’t control or have the power to save my soul. I have no more motivation or desire to live from what I have seen. The terror is real on the other side, the monsters are real. When the enemy looked at me after killing my family, I knew he was giving me one more chance to see the permanent reminder of what has become a reality for the people I loved. And then, he pulled the trigger.
Michael Daaboul
When she died, I didn’t let go. I held her in my arms and I felt her leave this Earth. I took my eyes and placed them in the sky. When she died, I felt alone, because as much as you filled my heart, it won’t be the same, it will never be enough. I just want you here, is that so much to ask?
Michael Daaboul
All things belong in two, without you, I’m missing someone like you. You can mix heaven, you can mix emotion, it doesn’t matter what recipe I try to do, and it doesn’t make you. I tried to jump off mountains, where I tried to kiss the sky, but I fell off the moment I knew, I couldn’t find you. I was caught by the waves and saw my own reflection in the sunlight, and I knew, even when you were gone, that I was never without you.
Michael Daaboul
I want to be passionate. I want to desire and yearn for things. I want to feel as much as a heart can possibly feel. I’m not going to push my emotions aside, I’m not going to sit here bleeding and pretending. I’ll chase my dreams, I’ll hold on to hope and I’ll catch fire knowing I have done so. I refuse to sit here and ignore what burns within me. If I wasn’t passionate, if I didn’t desire, yearn, or burn, if I didn’t feel, I wouldn’t have to fear death, because that would mean, I’d already be dead.
Michael Daaboul
I tell her everyday. I’m not sure if she will be here tomorrow, and if the world wanted to take her away from me, at least she will know, with her last breath that I loved her. She will know that with all my heart because there wasn’t a single day where I didn’t remind her. When she closes her eyes, she will be happy that I didn’t let her mind wander or put her through her last moments agonising over the last time I said it, I would never do that to her.
Michael Daaboul
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