Khaled Hishma Poetry: In My Realm

In my fatigue realm….

Molded with estrangement…

Besieged with adversity.

I walk …My suffocated paths with distress.

I cross…My hampered orchards with hopelessness.

I seek…Refuge in warm hearts.

I look…For a dwelling in receptive minds.

In my afflicted reality…

Torments of detained dreams…

Pervade me… in a hoarded…Subdued grief.

I bang the doors of the dead…

So that I may…Find the living.

I board the ships of the thirsty…

Hoping to locate water.

My life is…

A tossed deficient part…

That knows nothing…

But anguish and lesion.

My destiny needs a savior…To eject me…

From the vortex…Of deluded sea.

My route strayed my path…

So, I lost my caravan…

And squandered my squads.

Is there a way… For my exist…

From a solitude which is…

Looting my lifetime…

Depriving me of my joy…

And delivering me…

To an agonizing time?.

My destructive fate…

You will not vanquish me…

I will find who escorts me…

To the mainland of safety.

Then, I will be…

Steering my vessels…

To colored beaches…

Residing in decorated cities…

Erecting adorned gardens…

Living in warmth and clarity.

                Khaled Hishma

Reviews

[Malcolm J. Watt]

I like this work. Great line, 'I board the ships of the thirsty'. I would that the author of this story of misery and hope might soon be relieved of of his soul siege.
It is trial shared by the many in these times even in the lands where the waters run freely. A very acute observation of enduring the effects of individual oppression.
M.J.W.

[patricia]

your choice of words made this poem exceptional.