As pulsing through my veins starts to slow way down
Tiny part of me is relieved
Blood swirling under skin nearly stands still
So subtle it's barely believed

My entire body pauses a moment
Then two
Paralyzed completely in place
As I prepare for the worst
A bed in death's embrace

Hearing goodbyes as world fades away
Quickly turns to black
Shifting from solid to spirit
Released from life to never come back

Dead poets cannot speak for themselves
so i’ll just recite them instead
I wonder if all the voices in my head
are poets, reciting me among the dead

I dared to dream, but my dreams are dead.
What once was bright, is now cold with dread.

I wanted hope, but found only fear.
Now we see that I don't belong here.

I tried to leave, but I'm trapped in place.
Stuck in this eternal stifling embrace.

But after everything, and all that you said.
I dared to dream, but my dreams are dead.

The dead pen ...

Pages gone ...
pen broke ...
tunes faded ...
letters scattered ...
words are gone ...
got dead ...
and the echo of her sound ...
after deep hole ...
the heart bleed...
and got palsy...
to shed sadly tears ...
to a lover ...
left the heart ...
with no reason ...

pages gone ...
run out ...
and the pen died ...
after the ink ...
which it was ...
the river of letters ...
and feelings ...
that wrote ...
For who left my words...
with no reason ...
with no any words ...


Hazem Al ...