By: Ahmed Al-Sheikh
Like a suffocated soul… it completes its name without changing,
It rises silently… and fades away without escape.
And loneliness…
An unknown, unknown, unknown envelops me…
As if I am falling back into the same abyss every time.
The unknown anchors me, anchors me, anchors my sorrow,
dragging me into nights that never arrive, never reach, never end…
A night without end,
and I…
a static dot in a sentence yet to be written.
