Ironic Confusion Poem by Tamara Sakr

A blind man stumbling in darkness

A book without words just pages with numbers

A movie without cameras just lights

A bird without wings just feathers

A life without death just happiness

A perpetually never – ending path

Of madness and complete sanity

A simple yet complex conclusion

Of a mystery sunk in utter vanity

A seriously funny yet dark attitude

Murking in the wonders of animalistic humanity

What could one do if she cannot be?

In an illusion reality?

In a disillusioned city?

Its like rain on a sunny day

It’s a free life behind the bars of death

It’s a granted wish that never came true

It’s a live show with no performers

Just audience

Waiting

And living

For the death of me