The Ash Of Words Poem by Wael Karameh

I don’t know what to say …
I feel like a nude tree in the month of May …
Like an empty city after a flood
Like a criminal afraid of the blood …
Where is myself, where is my way
Where are your eyes, where is that ray …
Is it true that you are no longer reading my heart?
And from your life screen you closed my chart …
Is it possible that I already committed suicide?
while I am still walking, talking but died from inside…
What did the last boat of my feelings brought to your shore?
You turned the diamond of my poetry into ugly mud …
into a simple crowd of letters without a core…
Tell me why I am obliged to forgive your stony mood
You think I am an angel or that is what I should …
Armies of anger are more and more invading my soul
Opening in our bridge of love such a big hole…
Please Babe hold in this special day the flag of change
Life is not a sole happiness or sadness, it is a range…
Let the ash of my words turns inside you into a big storm
A wake up call for love, for peace…
for a new world so wise, so warm…

Wael Karameh
July 10,2008