Forever looms omnipresent in my numbed mind,
ominous warning of what yet may come.
Your life stolen
too young, too soon.
Dreams that this nightmare will recede from pervading
and murmuring through my subconscious thoughts.
Spools of selfish sorrow escape my psyche,
descending to darkest nights, unrequited longing.
Does my caress transit your wraith
as naught but cold, misty umbra?
I succumb to
deliquium.
(An unanswerableQuestion)
Dedicated to those who have been suffering from fits in my Country
Invisible, bound to dwell in a separate dim world of strange things,
Why possess human beings transforming them into ghosts and prisons
Where Strange games of fits, deliquium, howling images of black cats
And owls daily govern exposing to hallucinations, nakedness and death?
Dla, November 17, 2014
Jaafar Sadig el Waad
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