Metaphorical Murder

by Rania Moallem   May 7, 2011

Tonight I'll murder you the literate way
riding a sword of words,
rebelling with foreign metaphors and similes,
perhaps I move on through a poem
that you will never read, nor understand
if you ever did.

To untie the ropes and unleash the gates
that I've built around me, I start by
painting you like a dying light
that fades before me,
or perhaps I will color you with white;
invisible to the eye,
perchance then I never care, never care again.

Or describe you like a weeping willow
or a mourning robin, a yellow forest
or a falling sun...
A failing storm, or a disabled wave,
or the perfect sunset, ever been delayed?
or by writing how you've become,
the best enemy you've ever made.

by: Rania Moallem


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  • 6 years ago

    by Decayed

    Leh ma ntabahit?

    this is perfect..

  • 6 years ago

    by Half Husband Half father

    I love this poem specially the title....

  • 7 years ago

    by Liliana

    Definitely better than my poems :) 5/5

  • 7 years ago

    by Just a Voice

    The shadows you have cast here are shimmering in my mind
    seldom on my journey could I ever hope to find
    such teardrops of a spirit, mixed with sweat and blood
    where ghosts from time invade the mind and verify these words.

    I have been touched by the truth of this poem and the last stanza in particular, cuts through the usual excuses and apologies like a knife. Bravo so insightful.

  • 7 years ago

    by mohamad aref numan

    I like this one

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