POETRY

I walked alone, a shattered wanderer,

Each step broke beneath the weight of soul.

My breath — a trembling ghost inside me,

Even my glances startled me whole.

A fugitive lost in the maze of nowhere,

Not knowing from where or where I must roam.

A shadow adrift on oceans of silence,

No path to follow, no place to call home.

Doubt hung heavy — a cloak made of gray,

Mist curled tightly around my chest.

Fragments of hope, like shattered glass,

Shards of a self I once possessed.

My pieces waged wars upon each other —

Some pulling forward, others pulling back.

A heart divided, a mind in ruin,

A compass broken, its needle cracked.

Silence grew sharp — it cut through thought.

The night, more a mirror than sky above.

I searched for answers in fractured reflections,

But found only questions, stripped of love.

The fog grew thicker, my steps turned numb,

The world dissolved in shades of despair.

And all I could feel was the ache of being,

And the cold, endless weight of air.

I walked alone, a shattered wanderer,

My own worst enemy in the night.

A puzzle unsolved, a name unspoken —

A flame lost long before the light.

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(Translation from ARABIC by Dr. Neide Romani Covre)

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