Categories
Poems

A small problem

What was not so clear
Has given itself to some transparency
Sitting as if in daylight
Resigned helplessly
To your blindedness

You notice yourself
As if for the first time
But it’s comfortably familiar
This is fitting
And describable no less

You are a man
Intelligent but not the feature
Passionate is your name
You seek to taste beauty
Creating it is your great challenge
And great desire

Otherwise jolly
Recklessly optimistic
With a small problem

Your small problem?
Yes, there it is
A coal of cheerlessness
In your chest
Made from many pains
Irreparable if not for time

I believe you are capable
Of allowing time to unravel
this core to dissolve
diffusing into the ether

And finally
Create the beauty that brings joy
To the hearts of others,
I wish this.

By Lutfi Mahfouz

In my spare time, I am a writer, although I seldom write. Lutfi Mahfouz is my pen name. @LutfiMahfouz on Twitter and Tumblr

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.