She Is Dead Poem by Hussein A. Kamil

She is dead.
That radiating light of my soul i so adore,
A pair of divine angel wings, that veils me and shed;
From the stagnant dark forces of life, no more.

She is dead,
That spark of Motivation.
Maybe it is time to adopt, once i said;
Arnold's Resignation.

It was a murder, unholy;
Unsolvable, a killing of an immortal elf.
Everyone took a turn, she died slowly.
Et tu myself? !

I see her sometimes, before i sleep;
With a wound of sorrow, so deep,
I see her cry but there is hope,
For a reincarnation, if i don't fall into despair's slope.

Like lighting a candle in a rain of despair,
Unless it was a divine fire.
That dissipates the gloomy clouds into immortal air;
And the ignition sparks higher and higher.

To be disciplined, one must force thyself to.
As a mother's sad look, a father's elderly gaze;
Worst nightmare one would think of, or a thought to go through,
To split the atom, makes me wanna, to mountain raze.

Or a lover's painted future, threatened to be still,
By inaction, all the feelings wither and die.
As love is like a mountain, rocky, but a precious golden hill;
Have to dig deeper, for that spark, where buried inside me it lie.

Well, She is dead.
But, what is dead may never die;
As believing in one's self, it is said,
Can conquer the gloomy sky.