hurricane of ice and fireA Poem by fatimah
And i feel her gentle caress,
So I close my eyes.
And i feel her lips on my neck,
I turn around
and it's my shadow, me and loneliness
The night is dark,
The rains beat hard,
The winds tonight are gusty.
Had i not prayed every night to be by your side;
To be held in your warm embrace.
And i hear her shout,
And i turn around;
I see a hurricane coming for us.
A hurricane of bullets and fire and it jerks me from my dream.
I feel my wound wide agape
and i see her again.
I tremble but stand.
I stumble but straighten up.
I follow her and she leads me to a fight.
And i feel a window crack,
I can feel our home spinning around
And i shoot at it.
My bullet stings me.
And i try not to bend.
Blood spills through my face.
But it's not mine,
It's the hurricane.
I see her chest heave with every breath;
Her smoothness and the silken felt as she toyed with my fingers.
She said that she'll give me a better reason to stay,
That i'm her valour and she's my pride
That i'm her sword and she's my sharpness
That i'm her sun and she's my heat
I'm the lion and she's my roar
And what has she done now ?
She's lead me to bloody chaos
Oh, strength of mine where are you now ?
She whispers again
Are you a hypocrite and am i your tongue ?
Are you a liar and am i your lie ?
She draws me in again and i open fire
And i feel all my brothers stamp with me in unison
And we briskly trudge to the border where the mud blood's dwell.
We fight in spite of all the losses we might face.
The darkness of the night is replaced by the light of the dawn.
The hurricane has gone and it's spring.
I've won and you have too
I'm the hero and you're the martyr
I look around and see you again
This is the last time
And you smile and wrap me in your grace
You heal my wounds with your embrace
You dull my pain with your lulling whisper
And lastly, she said to me
I'm the sky and she's my vastness
I'm the war and she's my citation.
And i say to her,
You're the hurricane and i'm your victim.
She smiles and off she blow, like a hurricane.
Wild.
And leaves me grieving and trembling behind.
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Added on September 2, 2013 Last Updated on September 2, 2013 |