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Oftentimes I Wonder – Poem

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Lilia Ben Mansour

By Lilia Ben Mansour - Tunis

Many stories I had to tell

For years in peace I used to dwell

How on a single violet night

My pleasure can become my plight

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Robbed of all bliss and happiness

I saw a warm approaching light

From a spectral lady in white

But untrue her presence appeared

A dreamt figure that I once feared

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A murky touch of wickedness

Yet on her garments roses bloomed

With delicate hands she was groomed

She reached down through the silver mist

With tender fingers touched my wrist

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She ascended in graciousness

Her lit trail I began to seek

In the shadows till I grew weak

An urge inside I could not fight

On each leaf I began to write

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Of my damnation and madness

I’m cursed with this devilish spell

This grim bind I cannot repel

Of peace of mind I am deprived

Despite my plight I have survived

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Must I suffer this wretchedness?

Ignorant are these sightless eyes

Of truth written in starless skies

No good or harm she meant to me

She’s my soul that longed to be free

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Free of this smothering darkness

Of freedom I began to think

It only took a little drink

From a stream at a mountain top

That flows with light in every drop

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A history of nervousness

In legends whispered you have heard

Of fates played with a single word

Grim fortune for the young and old

Careless hands that weave strings of gold

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Dreary sisters of fatefulness

Or in stories from ancient times

One oblivious of his own crime

Of ponds that rest in flowery beds

Of words of love ignored when said

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And heedless streams of selfishness

For years watch as the dreams pass by

And those above lust for your sigh

A sin can never be redeemed

No words were uttered just it seemed

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The human kind shown no kindness

Their lives faint as a fading flame

Meek they become in fortune’s name

No past, present or future known

Nothing can ever be their own

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Deprived of minute willingness

Oftentimes I wonder about

The shame that I disclosed no doubt

I could sail to the farthest seas

That if I want I can be free

Free of this stifling absurdness

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