Mural of the Celestial Shadow
Loneliness that abidesIn this endless emptiness
Hangs heavy on my spirit,
Grief grinds me...
Coming out of my solitude
I roam the streets of my city
Which is crowded with sorrows...
Walking
In this cold, dark night,
It crawls into my flesh
Permeates,
And flows in my veins...
I stop by an old trashy bar
In a wretched shantytown...
Stepping in,
I look around,
Feel I am in the land of shadow...
Their laughs disgust me,
Looks frighten me...
The walls are replete with drunkards' tales,
Windows have surrendered to the wind,
Mirrors committed suicide,
Unable to bear the faces...
I hesitate to stay,
Then glimpse a beautiful
serving wench looking at me...
As I sit in dark corner
So as not to be seen...
She comes to my table...
'We have the best wine,
Pressed out with breasts of nymphs
And limbs of gypsies...'
I drink...
Drinking in mist,
Darkness and wind.
I drink,
Gulping a wine of toiler's sweat,
Orphans' tears,
People's sorrows...
I drink to those
who are tortured by love and poverty
Those whom God has forgotten
They too are human...
Drunk,
Wretched,
Burdened with sorrows
I leave the bar,
The night still oppresses me...
Roaming,
Staggering,
My feet lead weights,
I pass by necropolis
Wherein a horrible silence camps,
From which the odor of death emanates.
Hearing a barking dog,
But being unable to see
I stand still for a moment,
When for no reason,
Fright touches me...
Feeling dizzy,
Head splitting,
I lean against the wall,
While necropolis encircles me...
Seeing my ghost rise from a grave,
I shout, O my God...!
Is the wine making me lose my sanity
And imagine strange things...?!
Not the wine,
But the wind slaps your sanity...
I am the celestial shadow,
The indweller,
Imprisoned in thy flesh...
I will be free when you depart
Thus you will aslo be free ...!!
Poetry by munir mezyed
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Written on 2006-12-17 at 10:20
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