Poem 113, Sonnet 56: Crowns Of Dolor Poem by Samer Madbak

Vacate me now, begone! vapid content,
Let me regain my life and reassume
The seat of visitation, mace of gloom…
My heart contemns the yoke of merriment.
Let me caress my downfalls heaven-sent
Extol my quondam injuries, exhume
The relics of my bitterness and plume
Myself on bramble bays of detriment,
O solace vain! Exempt me from your bliss
Your spurious skies, your verdurous extremes
I only covet rue, I only miss
The rayless beauty of Niobean themes
Desert me at the edges of Abyss,
I plunge and yield myself to somber dreams…


Hammana
July 23rd 1995