By Majdi Bouguerra - Sbeitla, Tunisia
By Majdi Bouguerra – Sbeitla, Tunisia
Alone in my room.
Engulfed in a cloud of gloom.
Regret is ever my doom.
Is that life until the tomb?
Those who loved us we jilt.
Those whom we love us reject.
Elusive bliss is but a flash
In a life of heart crash.
Was I truly myself?
Had I run out of feeling
When I saw those tears rolling?
No sorry had I felt
For that blood unduly spelt.
For that callousness out dealt.
Unjustly proud did I feel
To unjuriously that Paradise seal,
To disdainfully that love abjure,
To terribly my loneliness ensure,
To off those caring throbs steal,
To foolishly strive a singularity endure.
Void has been since she went.
Amock that has my feelings sent
In an aborted quest for an elixir to heal
My heart short of feel.
Cruelly did I dismiss
The love today I miss.
So strangely did I will
My ever tormenting standstill.
Her angelic countenance I slashed,
Heedless of the tears she dashed.
Manly arrogance did I show
To a wingless heart sunk so low.
Cryingly begging she entreated
My fading humanity now depleted
Eerily unfeeling I was
To that distraught heartly cause.
Out of tears she run,
Nothnig for me than fun.
Ahead I went inadvertent
Of the dim future awfully latent.
And now at a crossroad I stand.
Bereft of a single caring friend.
Her bemoaning souvenirs I strive to flee
To keep my hideous feat out of see.
Yet, mortifying contrition is what I got
For what a cruel soul once begot.
No alleviating forgiveness is reachable
For a torment as yet unforseeable.
In a limbo I am exhausted to proceed,
With only remorse to my heart feed.
The sky would my mourning surpass,
For a haunting shame out of class.
Away with no return she flew,
After her hopeful dreams I strew
After her innocent heart I slew
After shattering our oneness of two.
To what despair I would sink no clue.
In a life where friends soo few,
Where solely heartbreak is true,
Where her poignant absence is ever anew.
Hopeless another I seek
In a world strangely turned bleak,
Before my soul gets dimmer,
Before my heart loses its glimmer.
Alas, eschewed I am at the corner
In a world where I became a foreigner.
No longer at home do I feel,
Even to myself I lost appeal.
Oblivion would my heart seal,
To ensure my perpetual ordeal.
As though I forever appear
Somebody one day would get near.
Afore an appalling past.
Ahead a loneliness to last.
For now, an agony steadfast.
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