A Sorrow Or a Regret
Had sorrow came back with a full army,
Crushing every piece of me in this broken heart?
I have now shaking hands,
Trembling in fear and praying
Praying for a soul which is standing
Standing on an edge of a deadly cliff.
This soul is afraid to choose a path,
Cause it had never decided its own destiny solely,
It is afraid.
It had promised and didn’t succeed to fulfill,
The soul made a pledge between Me and Myself:
“I will never be afraid again,
Not until I will be recognized”
Heal me I am lonely,
And hear the words I want to say.
To God and to his mightily power:
“I am somebody with a lonely soul,
Hanging on a cliff thinking of a sore,
A hardship of a fading face leaning against a family
That is waiting for an ending
In the deadly cliff”
I feel and I don’t dare to tell my inner thoughts,
“A gazette in the mouth of a lion”
The only description that fits me.
I long for an ear of understanding,
Cause I am tired from speaking to deaf people.
Who catch the shallow of the speech.
To a friend, a father, a mother, a brother or sister,
Why can’t you be there when I need?
My heart now is not just broken but it is full of regret.
I regret giving my trust to the ones who don’t deserve it,
And for letting myself being treated harshly.
And then I regret believing that this is what it should be when it shouldn’t be.
I left myself accumulating the hated of years
Until now.
Now I don’t know if I should be full of regret or full of sorrow.
It seems that I can’t even explain my own fear to myself.
I am left as usual alone .
On between an endless sea and a large desert.
And for sure now this mistreatment is an obligation
Upon a soul on the deadly cliff.
Copyright © Ikram Berkache | Year Posted 2016
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