You are in my head

Yemen

Yamanat

Walid Sanad

O poet in my head,
Try falling again…
Practice your temptation,
Leave the world for a little while,
And divert the star from its trajectory
To see how the night blurs together.

Oh traveler in my head
You have no destination
No country
You pass by me in a hurry
Don’t look back,
And left on the wall of my memory
a thread of dust,
And the effect of a wing
He fell while trying to escape
Out of the attractiveness of this illusory country.

You who are confused in my head,
I see you sometimes
You stand outside my window
She writes on glass wet with dew drops
With broken fingers
The door is in front of you
And the window is behind you
Prisoners love to scribble on the walls,
What is your accusation?

You, unemployed in my head
Why are you sitting across from me?
And are your palms getting tired?
I have a great night
It can swallow you
without stuttering,
Is it a sigh from the north or the south?

Oh poet again…
If you were to fall,
So come back to me
As much as it is enough for me to know:
Are the traps you set for me?
Was it poetry?
Or does the poem
Is the visa for default passage behind the wall?

My friend,
Which one of us set the trap for the other?
Were you my prey?
Or were you my proof against myself?
Nobody knows,
When the poem opens its mouth
Don’t differentiate between who writes
And who is it written with?

Stand before me as the penitent does
In front of his mirror,
And tell me:
when you fell,
Have you fallen into me?
Or have I fallen into you?

O being in my head,
Who are you?

Yemen