Who Knows
Long have I known this vessel
These arms extended
This vision unhindered
Long have I waited for an answer
The questions arise
Slithering like cancer
Long have I seen the horizon
The lightness it lays
The darkness it buries
Forever is a never I refuse
In the back of my head
Hanging on loose threads
I refuse to believe, what isn't there
I'm meant for greatness
I'm not meant for despair
I refuse to look at my palms
Strong, yet empty
Youthful, yet bare
And the morning greets me again
With hopes of persistence
But who am I to force myself
Resistance is my indifference
Another empty hand strikes the hour
And I lay still and ponder
Is it the half filled glass I see
Or the half empty, I wonder
Copyright © Ziad Gadou | Year Posted 2014
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