Abdulrahman Almajedi

Translated by Dikra Rida

Days are my enemies

I lock my doors in their faces,

I dust their light with rumours

about the weather

to evoke animosity between us.

When a day becomes the guest of my anger

I feed it apathy,

I water it with misery,

I cut its hours with the knives of frenzy,

and I give it an ending suitable

for defeated knights;

so I can keep a watchful eye for its mimicking brothers,

I arrange my forthcoming fights in fields

locked in the grounds of my head.


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