By: Ahmed El Sheikh
Words slip away like the breaths of a confused dawn,
dancing on the strings of a soul weighed down by sorrow.
I train silence on an emptiness that never dies,
And scatter poems like autumn leaves falling
On the sidewalks of memory, like boxes of secrets.
The poem remains a beautiful beast
in the desert of consciousness,
surrendering itself to eternal absence,
like stars resisting their fall… Then it descends quietly
into the embrace of emptiness.
