I don’t know how to begin
or to end this rather unpoetic prose
there is no beginning and will be no end
this cycle will simply continue
I don’t know how to admit
that I missed all the signs
and saw things that weren’t there
Now my hallucinations have gotten the better of me
they’re inescapable; I’ve been trapped in their lair
I don’t know how to amend
the wrongs I’ve excused for my soul
so many crimes I’ve committed
in the name of human nature, selfless and cruel
I don’t know how to follow
the revealed truth, timeless and pure
and kill the heart’s desire
all in one fell swoop
I don’t know how to accept
I’m a sinner whose repentance will be manifold
but its hardly forgive and forget
I’m human, and that’s my only excuse.
That was amazing, Hajera.
It reminds me of the “July 13th” poem that I wrote (recall, TMV)…except yours is longer and employs clearer imagery. Sigh
Except that yours is more poetic Asmaa