‘Abstract Mind’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

An abstract mind,

Staggering in the rain.

 

Mud puddles of shame,

Sunken ships of lost hope,

 

Drooping, down and down

Fear of the unknown,

 

Agony of waiting for the inevitable;

And foreboding of loss.

 

For love is a drying well,

Pierced by dagger-like heels,

 

Ink flowing, bleeding dreams.

Trust is but a sharpened blade,

 

To kill or be killed,

Such a cursed blessing.

 

Life is a tale, a novel;

Its plot not written but drawn

 

On sheets of bliss.

Souls, lost in the abyss,

 

Twitching with every pang,

But free to be free.

 

An abstract mind,

Staggering in the rain.

 

Eyes gleaming with madness,

The sky will fall,

 

But the moon will still shine on.

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About Ahmed Gretly

Ahmed Nader Gretly. Construction/Site Engineer, fiction writer, poet, psychopath, researcher, a book addict, and a daydreamer from Cairo, Egypt. Currently doing Construction Project Management, MSc, at Heriot-Watt University, Edinburgh.
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