Sobbing Without Sound

by 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.