Driving alone, heading nowhere, haunted by memories I meditate. Paced upon the woods overhead. Crowd of stars may spirit abate. Feeling your hand against mine; so overwhelming, cannot debate.
Hand reaches the seat aside, Nothing but illusions I conflate. No more than a longing night; Imagining lifeless eyes, but great! It's over! Death already won.. Gunpowder in heart, still taste.
Stumbling through darkness, I arrived your place I hate. The sky was raging storms, Your echoes arranged a date! Short talks & laughter, we shared. I wept in happiness at such state..
Standing at your grave, I tried Pull the death out of you, saint! Fervently plied to bring you back; Longing for souls be embraced! All alone! without you, Aphrodite! Who else my lips would paint?
Feeling this loss, I wished.. We were dreaming, but too late! Time won't recover anything, but Evoking pain that would inflate! Paramour! Come downward, help me! Drain your ether, or I die at slow rate..
- This poem was inspired by a man lamenting his beloved wife who died under the rubble of their destroyed house due to aerial bombardment.. #Syria.
- #Aphrodite - Written by : Adam Nahhass - June 23, 2018