Who is going <br />To embrace me, <br />Before my grave, <br />Before death, <br />Love, success or helplessness? <br />I see them in reality, <br />As in my dreams, <br />Running towards my gate, <br />Each trying desperately <br />To have me in embrace, <br />…… <br />Of all I fear most <br />Tenderness not hopelessness; <br />To take what of me is left, <br />To nourish my spirit, <br />To raise me up high <br />Over clouds in the sky, <br />Only to let me fall again, <br />Oh, not once again; <br />To have the arms of helplessness <br />Around my waist <br />Squeezing me towards <br />Wan wistlessness, <br />To be dissolved in nothingness. <br />…… <br />Here I am looking <br />From my window cell, <br />Someone on my door is knocking, <br />And I am waiting <br />For the pain like hell, <br />To kill or to be killed, <br />Yet full I am with <br />The hope for Tenderness; <br />For taking and giving, <br />Still, feel I like giving, <br />Though a lot I am missing? ! <br />Can a Singing Bird but sing, <br />A Rose but bloom, <br />And bestow fragrance, <br />A Fertile Land but produce, <br />A Tree but grant <br />Scent, colour and fruits, <br />Even in harsh wind? !<br /><br />nadia abduljabbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/final-embrace-2/
