‘The Gates Of Light’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

She sat weeping by the gates

Of light, tears trickling down

Her once angelic face, now reddish

With sadness and awe.

Hope has left her once more,

Like the time before and the time before that.

Her once colorful smile now a crocked frown,

Like a rose once radiant with bliss now pale, withered.

I’ll tell you my hopes if you tell me your dreams.

Dreams or nightmares?

She sat weeping by the gates

Of light, where you can buy a used dream for 99 cents.

Not necessarily a good one, but one nonetheless.

You buy one, you get an older for free,

All wrapped up in colorful papers worth more.

Nothing is free anymore, no one is just nice.

At this point in time, dreams have no

Comfort for their hosts, a whole generation

Searching for the dreamless sleep.

Searching for silence , for an escape from all the beeping

And booping and banging and clinging.

A generation escaping from the truth that’s staring them

In the eyes, a truth which could hurt more than the lies

They’ve been told all their lives.

She wept and wept and wept some more,

A river rippled beneath her swollen feet, gently as

Fragments of warm rays reflected off her twinkling eyes.

Hopes and dreams are not the same,

For hopes are dreams of the future,

And dreams are memories of the past.

She sat weeping by the gates

Of light where all the men searched for

Young women and some money honey.

Where love is cheap, and friendship doesn’t mean a thing.

Where lies rule the hollowed lands and children get

Blown to pieces merely for sheer entertainment.

She wept for humanity;

Let them burn.

She wept for mankind.

Let them suffer.

She wept for them that are not free.

O’ she sat down weeping by the gates of light…

nothing said, nothing done.

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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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