Under the sun he lives in an eternal shade
Under the shade he longs to find the sun
Does he realize what he has made
can never become undone
he walked and laid
the foundation of what’s to come
he feels like he is about to fade
clinging for life, he only asks for some
love
affirmation
serenity
compensation
but all that he will never get
She cried tears of gold
on the day that she was sold
to a man and woman of old
who took her in, only for her to do what she was told
What she longed for in those nights of cold
What she reminisced about every time she was asked to fold
fabrics ruined, corrupted, and stained with mold
What her mind, soul, heart, and body yearned for
was crying those tears of gold
She cried tears of silver
She wept rivers of bronze
She sobbed through the night
diamonds flowing from her yellow eyes
but nothing ever compared
to the bright, viscous liquid
that flowed down her cheeks in her time of need
she lost what made her human
she lost what made her not
she lost her mind, soul, heart, and body
a walking shell she was
and remained till she reached an age of old
she never again
cried tears of gold
To end
IN A BANG
where will I be when the sirens call my name
On the top of the black mountain
SHOUTING MY NAME
hoping
that just maybe
the shouting stops
I know myself to be my savior, my martyr
I love myself not for myself
but because I have no choice
but to refrain from despising the vessel which my soul inhabits
my soul which inhabits my body
my mind which hates my heart
my heart, driven to insanity by my mind
I’m on the edge of the cliff of the black mountain
I come closer to the edge I never reach
I know not what to make of myself
I know not who to blame
I know not when to end this all
BUT I WANT THIS ALL TO END
Tell the sirens to travel to my solitude
My golden cage
Tell them to lure me to their traps
and I shall willingly be deceived
maybe at the end of my death
it will all end
in a bang
Maybe the girl with those blue ocean eyes
Is hiding her beauty behind that disguise
She’s running to safety from whatever lies
In the shadows of darkness and nights of surprise
Growing in stature yet shrinking in size
Wishing for a home with warm apple pies
She’s running through life all the lows and the highs
Running to her perfect and polished surprise
A journey so long she said all her goodbyes
To people who care if she lives or she dies
To those who will not think about her demise
And to those who would lay her under the blue skies
So less of today and more of tomorrow
Is what she was thinking through all of her sorrow
After the storm is a colorful rainbow
So she chases her dreams so as to not borrow
Time and empathy from others who if
On the edge of their minds they just fall off a cliff
Seeming so warm yet internally stiff
Humming along to the tune of her riff
Why does she have to go through all that pain
To lose so much but so little to gain
Unless she chooses a path that may contain
Flowers of fire and chants of champagne
So here we are now, at the end of her sorrow
She lives in today yet dreams of tomorrow
Where finally she can feel like she is happy
Only for demons to return to her
I chase the glimmer of hope
at the end of the tunnel
Through its harsh winters
and hot summers
I chase a chance for true happiness
or at least a break
from this agony
I am in
I chase the rainbow at the end of the storm
the large marlin deep in the ocean
the leprechaun’s gold
the holy grail
I chased it till the end of the tunnel
and what I found
stayed with me
till the day I died with a smile on my face
Give me a friend and
take away my pride
Whatever goes I go in flames
Make me a villain in your ballads
and you, the hero, the knight
in shining armor, loved by all
Make me a malevolent beast
and you, the beauty
who ran away, and ordered the mob herself
Make me the evil
and you the good
but we both know your credibility
Make me broken, oh broken glass
lest you remember
steel runs through my veins
Made you broken?
You were already in pieces
Refrain from blame
Made you anew
lest you remember
you were not made of steel
Then you
the hero, the knight
made me the villain in all your ballads
Name me angels
purely evil
and the list
would go on
endlessly
Chasing figures
Chasing dreams
of being
who I
was meant
to me
They build walls
I break
to reach my Neverland
where I never grow
yet
I always do
Soaring through clouds
are dreams I have
In the confines of my jail
The shackles of instruction
How I long for the sun
of my Neverland
Where I can be free
But here
in my chair
I wonder
Where is my Neverland?
Red roses write ballads
through their thorns
And all those who surround these beauties
try to read their poems
yet mourn
Everybody knows their beauty
and approach them to indulge
in the red petals
yet ballads
through their thorns
send waves of sadness
Once roses finish their ballads
beauty will return
but when
will roses
no longer have thorns?
Abdulrahman Ahmed's Poetry 