Lies' Pigments Poem by Atef Ayadi

Few millenniums of lies,
Beneath a gray ice,
Years and years of lies
Are covering
The town’s streets
And all previous winter blue skies.
I can see that
In her eyes;
The watch’s hand
Told me
They are lies.

The stream of words
Is walking through her golden gate bridge-like lips
Come and vanish in lies.
She is sick
With words and
With lies.
She is trapped
In her past,
Stories, and lies.
It is dark
Inside her,
She can not hide it.
She can not compromise.

It is a dusty and salty
Moment,
When she walked away with
Her face.
My face shredded
Into tiny pieces
Like fireworks
In the dark northern sky.

At my birthday,
She came and
Delivered me.
It was my only gift,
A gift from a woman
In love.
After a long walk of hate
She gave me
My new name too.
She left
For a century.
She came back
To take back her gift.

I felt
I should wait
An eternity
For a new birth,
A new horizon,
And new open sky.