Sunday, November 27, 2005

Devouring unconsciousness

It's time. I look back. I came a long way through. I turn to look. I find a wall before me.
No more steps to take. Now my life stops. My consciousness fades. No reasons. No feelings. Silence.
Stepping in a cold fridge is the only thing you can do before a wall. Specially that kind of wall. Lie back. Your trip starts. Ending up healed with pain or cold as rain that pours on the sand in vain. A trip no one would willingly choose, but I do out of obedience. But I am not convinced. Not my desire. Walking a path I never chose and an end I never knew. Stone heart. Beat no more. Precious gold covering. Peel off.
Life, You Killer of the living. You reviver of memories. Creator of pain. Earth, Scrambler of friends. Time, You thief of opportunities and robber of youth. How much time do I have to stand up against all of you? Am I your rival or another one of your victims.

Lord, God. What now?

Sunday, November 20, 2005

Pre operation

Yesterday, I learnt that I have to undergo an operation. The doctors found multiple stones in my gall bladder and decided that I would better remove it.
I don't know how to describe my feelings. Sometimes fear, sometimes normality. I don't know I think of death, leaving this life, old age and pain. Oh God why is this life so cruel? And why are you so silent? Don't mind my ignorance I am just another scared little son of Yours. You are my daddy, I can only talk to you. No one else understands anything I say. From Your look, I know You do. Anyway let Your will be done. I know You are in control of all that and it all will turn up to be for my good because You love me.

Monday, November 14, 2005

Gone (poetry)

The harbor, A Grey skyed day & ship just left the dock and sailing away.
And here you stand face to the sea, wishing it didn't have to be.
A tear might drop from your face with a heart that longed for grace.
Hoping we were all te same so that none of us would bear blame.
Now you have to carry it alone, For now.. She is Gone.


Copyright © 2005, Kareem Makram

Thursday, November 10, 2005

Words of the Speachless

A blade has run through my heart, a spear has pierced my liver. Behold my blood runs like rivers and my spirit fades like smoke. Bringers of the bad news found me and made my heart their refuge. Who can lift my sorrows? Who can dry my tears? Who can hear my voice and listen to my screams? Mercy has fallen down to the earth but has never found me.

May silence wrap my words and darkness my sun.
for who once was dear, now is gone.
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