Return Myself
 
 
I have reached out to touch Sorrow's hand.
The fool I have become, are we all, my brother?
Bitter is the truth that I taste in wasted tears
For fear holds me in this crushing embrace,
And I seek its passion, as if it were my lover.
Here in the heart of emotion is everything shattered.
Can I pick up the jagged pieces? Can you, my brother?
I seek the solemn peace of forever
For the loneliness devours my soul that lies waiting,
And I seek its passion, as if it were my lover.
I have found nothing in this desolate love.
As if it were my lover, can I love thee no more?
It is she who takes my heart without and breaks it within,
And my brother, do you see what it is I seek?
A return to passion and emotion, and all that was before.
 
 
-by Ahmed Samir