By: Ahmad Al-Sheikh
Unable to forgive or reproach,
I do not wish to leave now,
Nor to extinguish the flame of reproach in my heart.
In my pocket…
A thousand promises I have not kept,
And a hand…
Caressing the grass of hope,
Sprouting from the soil of yesterday’s poem.
And a heart that fears to speak, lest it be condemned for its passion.
Even though she…
Does not know how to soothe
Her trembling,
Nor how to calm the storm within her resolve.
