I

A Poem by Ahmad Alhour

Written : July 8th, 2009 - Wednesday

[ I ]

Once I was and still,
a voyager of morbid rites
where lost was I and fell
into the agony of times
as to the verge of sanity I'm pushed
when laws of authority mingle with mine
then suddenly Humanity shouts: "Stand still !"
but shouts don't help, nor every breath of sigh!

Wounded I'm not...
For the pain is felt in every corner of my mind
though, struggling through a darkness; we create
in which we are lost by choices of Life
O, the answers I seek not nor the truth of all
but utmost freedom and the manifestation of I
where love of unity prevails
unto the truest Will of mine