FEATURE- Amir Suliman - Love Poem

This is the first of many features which I will have here on my blog and today I will start with a poem by one of my favourite poets Amir Suliman. He is more known for his political/rebel/revolution style poetry, that is why this piece stands out so much. This unique account of the physical expression of love between lovers shows how versatile a poet he truly is.

Depth of Isolation

This is a poem that i posted on facebook about three months ago. The concept this poem deals with is what if you lost the one you loved, the one you devoted your whole life to, the one that gave her world to you was lost due to your lack of emotions. A few of you may think I contradicted myself in my last sentence by saying 'devoting your whole life to' , then 'lack of emotions' . However it is a concept that is all too common in relationships where one half believes they are giving their all, however the other half feels that something is lacking. Long story short this here is my depiction of the concept as I thought it would play out

Depth of Isolation


Warm wet drops crept down my cheek,
Leaving footprints of shame in their wake,
Tears,
I've heard about them
I’d seen her cry them
But never did I think I would be so weak,
Was I not the emotionless soul that was prophesized?
Hardly, but she was deceived by my act.


The Sun parted the Curtains that draped from my eye lids,
Up until now I had not noticed its light,
The winds icy fingers traced across each and every one of my newly born nerves,
Triggering seismic tremors that collapsed me to my knee’s...
...where I should have been...
...on my knees, the day she left me, taking my air with her,
Although back then I had not yet learned to breathe,
I adorned her with more Gold than Nefertiti,
Treated her body like a temple,
And when I worshipped inside her,
She came eye to eye with God himself.


But the only thing she ever wanted....
.....was the only thing I could not give to her


The tears pace quicken as they race each other down my face,
My soul is aching,
my hands are shaking.
She is gone...
...now all I can do is write,
My fists filled with rage...
...but it’s too late to fight.


They say it’s better to lose love, than to never love at all,
But she was in love alone,
And now I’m in love...and she’s gone,
And now I’m here.... with this gun,
The remedy to my unending pain,
Putting an end to my unequivocal shame,
Out of the chamber and into my brain,
The feeling is... .is now... none




FXL