S H Poem by Refai Tommas

S.H.

Conflicts were within me.
Ah, within me.
And no light was seen from afar.
I got closer, faintly hoping to see
A glimmer of light but none I found.
Alone then I took a weary lone path
Dragging behind me my Shadow,
For He did not want to follow me.

Then beads of sweat started to pour.
Each dropp made a hole on the floor.
Deafening silence then fast fell
That silenced and created air of hell.

Was I walking then?
I cannot truly tell,
But I struggled to stalk.
I could not, however.
So, I slowly sat down
In one of my holes
Down there, I could easily see
How horrible my sufferings were inside of me.
How mean and unfair people were to me.
How all of them were against me.

From that spot I detected some human sounds.
No no! Animal sounds,
Sounds of laughter that engulfed sounds of cries
I followed the sounds,
Only to find them nothing but sounds of rats,
Hissing, kissing and messing.
I tried to talk to them,
But they refused to listen,
Though they spoke the same language that I did.
So, I left them and returned to my humble abode,
Which, to my shock, was occupied
By none other than the same rats.
Rats of all sorts were in that spot.
This time I tried not to resort to reason.
I shouted sharply but they ignored me.
Even rats ignored me!

So I gathered my strength and my sorrow
And waited for a dropp to fall,
But there came nothing.
Perhaps this time drops dropped inside
And made holes inside as they always did
Yes holes inside of me.