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Oct 2011
In a sleepless dream,

I wandered through the abyss of my mind.

The traffic clustered streets spread like an epidemic

For miles and miles in every direction.

I wished I was dead.

I wished I was dead.


The cars honked. Honk! Honk!

That sound made me want to shriek,

How could I fall into a deep sleep

Amidst all that chaos, that madness.

I wished I was dead.

I wished I was dead.


I saw my dear ol' mother ingesting herself with a fix of insulin

As if she was a *****, all droopy eyed and sad.

But unlike a raging *****, she did not choose

To be enslaved by her incurable illness.

I wished I was dead.

I wished I was dead.


My father stood by the crossroad, old and weary,

Staring into my eyes that looked much like his,

WithΒ Β sick thick smoke seeping out of his nostrils.

He held his chest with a wince, and fell to the ground.

I wished I was dead.

I wished I was dead.


Faces fell from a sky, unlike any other sky seen by mortal eyes,

A sky of gruesome yellow, and grotesque green.

These faces fell upon my head like rain,

Their naked eyes stared at me, judged me like they did before.

I wished I was dead.

I wished I was dead.


For at least these thoughts would finally perish when I am dead,

Relieving the world of their wickedness.
Ahmed Nader Gretly
Written by
Ahmed Nader Gretly  Cairo
(Cairo)   
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