Ahmed Aedan Poems

Under the watchful eyes of the death-bearing window,
I quivered in silence,
holding my hands as though there is no tomorrow.
I shook my head in understanding,
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Under the decorated bosom,
there I lied,
Under the flowery shirt of dismay,
there I cried,
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You whose cheeks ought to be seen,
Whose mind to be revered,
Who meets a king and with drivel he's keen.
Under the moon light and stirring the shadows,
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I'm not strong…
I'm not weak…
I didn't have hatred,
I didn't have rage…
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Cries of the underworld,
dooms of the shadows,
and gone away bay meadows.
Take my leave, have not been diseased,
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Of the dark elf-like street,
hear the sounds of mystery,
Brewing in the sand of time,
the endless glass hour,
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I am dying with passion,
under guarded compassion,
with no regards to any fashion,
I am slumber with every note,
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You may take my heart away,
You may rip my limps apart,
And sever all that lives,
But it's not this day.
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