A poem

General information November 9, 2025

Every night, it's just me and the moon.
I talk to it like a madman and cry in silence.
I wanted to share this today because I feel depressed and hopeless whenever I remember what happened to us,
and I feel like I'm going insane whenever I think about how I've managed to stay alive until this day
- after two years of fear and indescribable suffering.
Mahmoud Massri