PoemsSimon DarwishSyria

Tears of Darkness

Simon Darwish

Damaskus, Syrien

 

I hear music.
And when I hear music, I remember you.
Mother!
And I look into your face, your hands, and weep.
And when I weep, I weep darkness.
I would like to be alone.
Feel like a child, need only my mother.
I would like to call her and see her and weep.
And on those days I find nobody who wants to be with me.

 

Simon Darwish (15)

came to Germany from Syria a year ago. His father has been living here for four years, and the rest of the family has stayed in Damascus. Simon loves to write poems. In this way he also wishes to improve his German. He wants to get his school-leaving certificate and dreams of becoming an actor.