Nightly Thoughts of You

by Moh’d Gaki

“I think about you,

as I also think about a thousand other things,

for you are but a tune,

trying to make a sound,

midst a thousand other symphonies.

I think of how you,

Like agony and anger,

Like thirst and hunger

Like fear, like wars,

Like a bottle of poison

Like a loaded pistol in the hand of a child,

Like an insomniac thought on the back of one’s mind,

Like a roaring storm on the far horizon,

Are incessant.

You were chaotic,

Thus, You were beautiful,

But only when alone,

Since,

In the orchestra of the brain

And the audience of the night,

You are an absolute wrong,

that once seemed right.

I also think of the story,

Of how you ended up here

Of how “there was a kingdom

Colonized by the rain

Raided by fear,

Inhabited by martyrs

and watered with tears.

And you were its queen:

A fragile monarch,

made of broken old branches

and fallen tree leafs.

Every time the wind whistled,

Breaking a way through

 the cracks in the glass,

or the gaps between the logs

in a penurious farmer’s house

The kingdom trembled with fear

And drowned itself in alarm

For it was always told

that the evil cold wind

will cause their queen harm.

But the queen never broke

For the queen was a dream.

A surrealist drawing

Of a cloud that resided,

Neighbors to the moon.

And atop of the cloud

they lived safe and sound

Until one day

the wind blew hard enough

To break open the windows

And blow the queen rough,

to cut through her body

with the moon’s sharp edge,

Make her bleed her rain,

And storm upon the ground

her tears of agony

and shouts of pain.

Then diminish the Kingdom

into a raindrop,

that neither fell on the ocean,

Nor on a river to flow,

but on an isolated land,

That consumed it whole

into down below,

the very same point,

That it was rained upon…

I also think of how you

abandoned your own poem,

Wrinkled its three messy pages,

And tossed them away

In the lonely trash can

On the lonely corner

of your lonely room.

of how you wrote beautifully,

of how you thought beautifully,

 and of how weak you were

For you to never write again


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