...^^lost Souls^^.... Poem by wardha jawdat
...^^lost Souls^^....
The past peers at me
Through the brittle glass of every window
Strange sensations curl themselves
Up against my insides
I recognize your accusing face
The hurt, the bitterness
And I feel the old pain
That reminds me
Of the heart that I thought I had long stoned
…
Suddenly every window becomes a mirror
Which reflects you back to me
Your love
Your faith
Your loyalty
Your sacrifices
Your virtues
…..
I turn away from this vista
This sad parade of my life
And pass a real mirror
Which yells, ' infidel! '
And I arrest my step
Cant seem to run away from it
Though i've had enough time to try
I see me in all my splendid
Ugliness
All my splendid
Deceit
All my splendid
Deviltry
And I know you couldn’t have saved me
Even though you did try
…………………….
I am of those lost souls
Who lose home
even though
They see within reach
The white picket fence
And the pretty red wooden door.
Very lyrical - self pity - -- The past peers at me Through the brittle glass of every window Strange sensations curl themselves Up against my insides --- Good vision-
excellent imagery...most vivid and full of forceful emotions...and what a splendid last few lines...excellent poem!
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I would like to translate this poem
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