hurricane of ice and fire

hurricane of ice and fire

A 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.

© 2013 fatimah


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