Between Love And Anxiety Poem by Wael Karameh

On the street of anxiety
my soul is thrown in pieces...
it is not a kind of heroism
to hide my weakness behind the curtains of a smile...
what is the number of our new starts for today...
is it a hundred, a thousand or you lost counting? ?
what is missing in the chain of our love...
joy, wisdom or just simple understanding! ! !
between the hills of our fights
there should be a kind of a fall of peace...
stop on the green light of time for a moment
and think twice about the future...
life is a multiple of days
flying in the space like ashes...
enjoying it is the choice of deepness
losing control is a kind of madness...
my feelings are almost hemiplegic
try to save me before I die...
I am not asking you to do miracles
as I know I am not an angel...
all I want is a home of tender
full of your smell and some of a magic...
go away or go forth no matter
but please don't stick in the mud of black thinking
babe... wake up before a disaster...


May 21,2008.