THE DARK TUNNEL OF DARKNESS نفق الظلمة المعتم Poem by MOHAMMAD SKATI

I fly like a piece of folded Paper among the piles of papers that Fly here and there thrown here by fates In a tunnel that starts hence and continues Endlessly As a bad dream or As an endless nightmare...... Such is the life I live it With a unique torture, Loneliness, deprivation, pains, and torture... A horrible life controlled it By day and night and By night and by day without Stopping............ I hold gold, then it turns into dust, I find love, then suddenly It turns into torture! A lot of dark stations where I find only myself, All that happens in the tunnel of darkness In which I walk alone.... In my sleeping and in My daybreak, Care, distress, pains, and a lot of sufferings, Pregnant clouds rain me with stones To hit me in the head, then I fall in the abyss, I read my page everyday, so I find the torture's hell, My dreams got broke on my sufferings' coasts, then Everything turned up-side-down with waves Swept every pretty thing............. I can not walk In the fate's tunnel Because I got broke and my ribs got broke, My whole body cut into pieces where I was Abandoned by all except God, It hurts me on all levels, That pain circulates like a bitter poison in my blood............. Hand in hand, I walk with torture into torture No more love around me, but It got burnt and got turned into mirage where a thirsty man will not see it as true water because it's a true mirage with its permanent smelling, I am a folded piece of paper that flies without wings where winds blow it as they like, I am powerless, I am a living body in death, I am dead while I am alive, Life is cruel that Attacks me and it tries to beat me As it likes I am within the tunnel of darkness for ever accompanied by all tortures, All tortures, All torture! *********************************