Poem 132, Sonnet 67: Monody Of A Moribund Man Poem by Samer Madbak

These dreams are bootless, all those hopes and cheers
Are purposeless, the dandy days conceived
Within my mind, confused and self-deceived,
Have dissipated... squalid souvenirs!
Lo! my delusive bliss now disappears
A fool I was! Vain all that I believed
What praise I earned? what zenith I achieved?
The pit of scorn, the well of tepid tears...
I shut my heavy eyes now, bung my ears
Decry the life I gleefully received
I shed my stir, the clangor fades and clears
And torpor, Oh sweet sopor perseveres
I bide... devoid of breath, of death bereaved
A moribundity... a dross of years!


Beirut
May 12th 2007