A Voice Across The Oceans Poem by Istabraq Al Ahmadi

Dear friend,
It's midnight, cold and dark.
Yet, I'm not, like the rest, sleeping.
Instead, I am gazing at you and weeping.
You might not hear my soulful cries
for they are mixed with your deep sighs.
Though between us the ocean stands,
You could squeeze it with your own hands
to let my heart and hands be near
to get you out of the corner of fear
where you hide to commit suicide.
I can feel your life as a song
sad, but think, suicide is wrong.
I can feel your heavy breath,
But nothing is more heavy than death.
Please, let us meet every day
and I will listen for what you say.
And I will tell you a story sad
About me when I was a lad.
For once I thought I was in hell
for losing my family for one shell.
and thought my life not worthy at all
to mend with hope my cracked soul.
So, if you decide your life not to carry,
think of me, I have nine lives to bury
in graves in my heart, big and small.
So be weak not, for once be brave
and think deeply of your cold grave