The Unholy One
Rays of the sun reflected my sinful image on a blood river
got every wrongful part of me to quarrel and shiver
happiness is what i sought, remorse is for givers
every natural-colored spot ON my heart turned silver
Inspiration was my fantasy, clouds were my sky
death scares me,yet i desire it, desire to die
was it shame? shame that i see with blinded eyes
never saw glittered water, ON the surface of the sun they hide
What did i do so wrong?! for God to choose me a sinner
the horizon line infront of my dead soul's corpse got thinner
even the power of nature couldn't uncast HIS deadly glamour
my wish in life was to win yet i lost,never been a winner
Life has tightened its strains on that poor heart of mine
Did I? did i indeed have a heart? to feel how LOVE could be so divine
but yet , all my sins were purified, by the scene of the horizon line
taught me that at times, forgiveness , was the crime of all crimes
Grandeur i did not seek, i realized, it was only a fake wish
a gesture to my undecided inner-self,with hidden pureness so rich
recently knew how heart pain was nothing like a normal stitch
If Jesus Christ u believed, then how could you my other cheek ditch?
For if you felt it at its peak, you would have utterly known
that DEATH was your close friend, and I pushed him away to the unknown
you wouldn't have given me those looks, those ocean-roars,those frowns
if only you knew how much i begged the clouds , "thee not ,at her, throw stones"
then you would have saved my soul , saved our sacred vow , saw our blond sons
shared the feeling of bliss and GRANDEUR with your love, the unholy one !!
My source of inspiration (L)
Copyright © Tariq Zaqout | Year Posted 2009
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