By Nouha Habouria - Tunis
By Nouha Habouria – Tunis
Sailing to the unknown,
They have all disappeared.
The crews moaned and
A dusky cloud appeared,
Alone in a crossroads
Waiting in dreadful fear
Dreaming of an understanding ear,
Of seeing a brother walking there or here,
Or simply of listening to the tender word “dear.”
A hoarse voice
Coming from the foggy void
Says: “you have no choice,
Here, there is no understanding ear, dear.”
Then, the voice vanishes in the air,
And a laughter comes from nowhere.
Drops of bitter sorrow fell from his exhausted, desperate, disillusioned eyes
Unfortunately, he lost his “I”.
A merciless deafening thunder crashed the sky.
It was only the sound of his deep sigh.
“Go there, so far, it is a paradise where everything you can buy “
That was the Lie
The Lie that throws the blind in a maze till they die.
The poor man is falling down, falling down, falling down,
The poor man is falling down and he lost his empire.
From a king to a squire
Burnt into a cruel fire
Listening desperately to the
Melody of a sad lyre.
Horror and terror
Shouts and doubts
Cries and sighs
Tears and fears
“I lost the rhyme”
He sent a picture to the family
A raised hand shaping “v “
Is it reality?
A light breeze shook the rootless tree
The “V” wasn’t for victory.
The letter was to say “Vice”
To convey the bitterness of the life of mice
Eating only rice
Turning each day the dice
Once or twice
To decide whether to leave or stay.
It’s the game of
Black or Gray?
There is black, here is gray
So where to stay?
The golden token
Of Wealth and Freedom
Is now broken
The ghost of an agonizing dream is now dead and frozen
The crows’ moaning was indeed an omen
The huge doors widely open
Turned to be nothing but the gates of a cemetery, a hellish entry.
And that was the truth never spoken
I hate remembering that cursed date
When I went through the gate
Expecting something great
And finding myself in a slave state
Facing a horrible fate, with no mate
Now that I’m dead
Only one wish is turning around my eternal bed;
To be a Phenix,
To rise from the ashes and conquer the world
But before that to exclude the poet and steal the word
I am sailing back to my homeland
There was my beginning and will be my end.
Photo by Kaoutar Rouas
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