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Ahmed Nader Gretly
Poems
Oct 2011
A Sleepless Dream
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.
Written by
Ahmed Nader Gretly
Cairo
(Cairo)
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