None And All Poem by Muhammad Hesham

In my morning this morning
Who looks at me, in surprise,
From the mirror?

A child
Trying not to grow up
For decades now?

A gullible
Spreading his heart out, once and again,
For others to chew?

A passer-by
Persistently knocking at doors
Doomed to lock him out?

An intruder
Unaware of the chasm
His steps are led to?

A frivolous
Throwing pebbles to serene rivers
Whose splashes lash him to the marrow?

A robber
Of passing moments
That only last for moments?

A wanderer
In pursuit of vanishing days
To which no eyes ever aspire?

A reminder
Of what no one else
Cares, or dares, to remember?

A weaver
Of endless dreams
That endlessly crumble into dust?

A soul
Tortured by roaming
In search of its other half?

Or perhaps
None
And all.