Friday, August 25, 2006

A Doomed Memory

It’s the story of dawn
A dawn that carried lights
Dawn was always her favorite part
Uniting with the silence

A black orchid that has grown
with misery replaced her delight
and she has said a farewell to her heart
for a blink…. She was lifeless

a freewill against centuries of dead-living laws
her freewill….and all of people’s lies
and so it was…. bloody Nazi scars
filled her arm…and her emptiness

what waits for her in the unknown
reflected in her dark eyes
too many ….too many tracks
all blur, and the end is limitless

Why on her arm she’s to mourn…
When her soul in the underworld flies
Writing down her tragedy with the stars
Knowing one thing….her pain is endless

Unscathed….to see her bones
And when the salty…crimson liquid dries
Her soul comes back….join her again…and she’s finally calm!
She’s in peace with her darkness

3 comments:

Z said...

nice :)

Sold OUT said...

((in peace with her darkness))
really cool

damDooM said...

ziad....thnx really, maybe this poem is too personal that nice is not the point here....it's how real did u feel about it...how much I could deliever a kind of feeling so hard to be spitted out unless u went through same experience.....lol, forget about my blahs....thnx for encouraging
alloush..... tayb ok!