‘Ninth Circle’ by Ahmed Nader Gretly

2:00 p.m.

Friday, 2nd

just woke up from

a dream about a dream

that wasn’t much of a dream

but a vivid projection of the

reality I’ve strived to escape

I tried to shake off these thoughts

but they clung on my mind like demons

from the depth of the ninth circle of hell

nibbling and gnawing and scratching

and tearing and slaughtering and chewing

every bit of my swollen brain that ached

for some tranquility and serenity

I looked at myself in a cracked mirror

just to see the charcoaled face of a man

who once cared for others before himself

but now he was a hollow shell of nothingness

a broken soul with no energy left to fight back

no energy to stand up or speak or listen or think

of something other than the downfall of his  factitious existence

 

Cursed is a man, betrayed by his own mind.

What treachery, what strife!

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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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