MARYEM FDHIL

MARYEM FDHIL

AGONY

.. and if I ever touched your ego twice,

Should I therefore plead guilty,

Or those who pronounced my emptiness innocent will shed blood and sugar.

.. and if my wholesomeness is at risk of that plague of yours,

Should no one care to cure – Should no one care to endure.

.. and those faces we know ugly,

we will never make use of our knowledge ,

for they would never meet time and greet its evil.

They will never age, they will never turn to ruins.

.. We, however,

Will meet the grandsires of these shameful souls we bear,

We are the mischief of Nature made into Man,

And as this we will make love with dust,

Give birth to dust,

And cheat on dust with dust.

SOUND OF EVERYTHING.

Paint me a wish on a velvet sky,

And let all our deleteries die

Once we are to the moon nigh

Set loose your reveries to fly

Blend your fears with the silverware

Hearts, and be bare,

Of those we said unfair

Only ebullience we will share.

Append allegories with fairytales

Heavens with what Cerberus bails

Treasure, in what lucifer fails

No more innocence in his serails.

HEREAFTER

Come meet the delicious pain

Where all the suffering wed

And how the bloods rain

Although it shouldn’t be shed

See how the dead ones recite

The seven deadly sins, inside

And how outside they bribe the gate

Would it open to the devilish of mate

All the loathsome eyes will see

The wrath of God, it will be

And come closer, it will say

Jump, at the edge of the bay

Sense the coldness of heat

You may hate, you won’t beat

On your Vexatio it will feed

Discarding your soul in a pleat.

DAYS OF HELL

Of all the miseries I long lived

That of the I, and that of the we

Against the perfume of felicity I sniffed

Which made me bow the knee

For the heaviness of pains to God I riffed

I sang, smeared and beefed

Endless trauma, it made me see

Drowned in holy sins and a martyrish gift

I grappled my time up, to be.

AMID FEAR.

Your miraculous shadow, I vowed

till the end of the scenes it showed

I pledge to the kings of the Round

Just how to your walks I bowed

Till the sun of Echo downed by Hera

And all the nymphs gossip the tears

“Zeus lust proved ephemera”

Heard the nefarious of ears.

Oh treasured sybil come near

Foretell the ladies of the Round

All the stellar rocks I sear

And make the moon spellbound.

Us, the dead

I heard you rushing down

As if you’d never come back

To the bed where I was left

And never care was shown

I pulled off the bedsheets round

Put on my least loved clothes

Followed your runnings around

Against what my little heart loathes

Am I near you, yet!

I dare not fight the night

This wooden door I bet

To be astray my sight

Gather the creatures I dread

They leave my morn out dead

Singing ” when Moon and Land wed

All the living shall ned!”

“Fear not the yellowish gaze”,

I muttered ;

“Of these hidden silhouettes”

Only now my wooden door matters

And in sweat my foot rets

Do all the angels I met

In the bible of so much cred

Reside only on the shred

Of time, when away you fled?

What is that! My lips shouted

Although my body was chained

By the horrible fates that haunted

My mind, poor and baned.

Alas! It’s our old wrecked home

I fought years to forget

How it reminds me of me alone

Left, like today’s bitter regret,

Show no more respect

To the walls that bled

My suffering, pain and shred

Apart my love-led.

Set the devilish window on fire

It prisoned the self I lugged

Stuffed and evil-sired

And with hated moles it was bugged!

This is where I used to sit for hours

Drawing houses, people and flowers

Rainbows would look like ours

As  with salty crystal tears I soured

“Burn it!” I said

With a voice sounded sad

“You did me bad!”

I cried out, repeating ballad.

MARYEM FDHIL

MARYEM FDHIL is an Tunisian young poet. She is currently  pursuing her M.A of Arts at the Faculty of Human and Social Sciences at Tunis. Her mother language is Arabic ( She also speaks English and French )