To Where, To When Poem by elsaied abdelghani

Poetry
There are no rituals to poetry
Or describing you
Or any organizer chaos
I follow only my sin
And breathe from the tomb of feeling
I cut the fertile vacuum
Into lost insides
In one of them
There is your solitude.
I make your spectrum every night
I gave it life from my unknown absolute
And through it in my subconscious.
In my alienation
I erased every road to the world
Every shadow of any community prison
Every light from dead sky
Except the torn road to you.
You are to wonder
To the lonely god
To the question
To the last line in every poem I write
To the rhythm of the last
To where
To when.