“Pomegranate leaves on fire”, “Streams” & “The eternal chase”

By Ahmad Morid

My wings are pomegranate leafs on fire

I have no choice but to burn them 

until they turn black like the blindfolds in their mind's

Just because I'm multicolored

My flag is wanted

And my pain is zipped shut inside me

The buds of my branches may be visible

Underneath the layers of lies I hide them in

I may as well be a living prism

Bending what people see in hopes to hide

Twisting and turning the light away from the truth

So it can hit what they want to see

And I cage my soul underneath it all

But surely one day

Their arrows will hit directly at my chains

And I will be carried out for my death

My branches will be cut with they're ignorance

and all the color will fade from me

And in the end I would be no-one

And just pomegranate leaves on fire

“Streams”

Before I realized

Before I could prepare myself for it 

The path of my emotions curved ever so slightly to the left 

And I thought it would drift back in

Like a brook that connects again down the line

Oh what a fool I was to believe that

I laugh at myself now

The original path can't be seen by the naked eye 

It only lives in my mind

To be recalled bittersweetly

Memories in themselves are evil

They seem so close

But in reality they are random points in time

Us drifting through it and can't return 

I don't have a choice but to keep floating down this stream

Wishing and dreaming of it to turn right

Sometimes it gives me to false hope

It turns right for a day or two

But then again

It violently turns left 

Why didn't I realize of its deviation

I could've fixed it right then 

and there two years ago 

“The eternal chase”

Running through the field trying to escape from "the end"

Every weed

Every blade of grass

Every memory

All interconnected roots in me

Slowly reaching a cliff side and knowing this will end at some point

A gentle whisper enters my ears

"You yourself don't know the reason for your escape so why not give up"

I went quiet and slowed down

But now I'm standing at the edge of my existence

The fates have catched up to me

Waving they're scissors around the strings of my life

Slowly getting unraveled around me

I should be happy to be let go

Because the bitter truth is

they're right

I don't know the reason of my existence 

So I accept it and let go

But dear reader whose reading this

You know I didn't give up

Because you are currently reading this

So I fight back grab the fates in my hands and say

"I may not have a reason"

"I may never have"

"But I will continue to stare life in the face" and say

"The sun may rise in hell in my eyes 

but god's grace will make it heaven one day"

And that hope is my fuel for running till this day