My Cursed Blessing. Poem by Raouf Reda

She came to my life.
One blessed day.
My heart danced and my soul twirled.
Even the sun came out to play.

She grew within me.
And we promised we’ll never be a part.
We were sucked together like glue.
But I realized that she wasn’t true.

What shall I do?
After the holocaust took her away.
My heart was flooded from the nonstop raining.
Left alone like a stray.

I found a new life for me.
In a place called loneliness.

My life is blue.
But who is here to blame?

Life is never fair.
Unless you’ll live high in the air.
You will live happy, and that is rare.

It’s hard.
It’s tough.
My soul has been scarred.
I know it’s been enough.

But there was more and more.
I had lived so long not in years.
But in wounds and pain.

I swear it’s a crime.
Cause if you just can understand my pain.
You will see inside me a real hurricane.
That can blow away every Evil’s sin.

You are cursed because of my pain.
And for me I wish I have Alzheimer’s disease.
To be able to kill all the loving seeds.
Within me and hang my heart on the highest tree.
So no one can reach it, then my soul will be free.