You had never meant a thing to the striken heart
And all the years past she has been pretending
It's not 'cause she liked to be a hypocrite
Never did she want to be cunning
It's not a matter of greediness, selfishness, not a love art
Not a propensity to be a queen who in hearts chooses dwelling
Bad news! With no return, your heart she'll depart
Don't show her your dreaming eyes now stunning
Woe! A thunderbolt her confessions to a lonely solace
He thought to be in the lady's presence lasting
Hard luck! For the lady had turned to her cottage, left a splendid palace
He died to drag an interpretation of her but salient was her tarrying
No teardrops he saw! No blooddrops! No voice came out! Alas!
Nothing but a statue she was, he hit, slapped and heard no speaking
He cried her not to forsake his heart in her he put his affiance!
Deafness in ears is what only replied! He mourned, screamed and got nothing
Left in torture! With no answer and no justification he carries
She had gone and not justified the crime plus an introduction not convincing
Shall he pray to her to dwell in peace?
Shall he forgive her for the dramatic ending?
Shall he crush her beneath his feet? or pray God to ease
her sufferings? Would this heal something? would this bring to the broken heart blessings?
Shall he burn the Body and gobble the ashes? shall he her veins squeeze?
Or say forgiven by me though her pretensiousness all the time to be loving?
For the shock! He had done nothing, then came the breeze
Proffering the lady a coffin and a breath to the lover to help departing
Rania Hammoud
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-coffin-to-the-lady-and-a-breath-to-the-lover/
