DEATH Poem: What killed the cat?, by Mira Fares

Blinded by my imagination,
Impurities cloud what known reality.
I wanted to touch heaven through a glass window.
A world on its own,
My curiosity plagued their holy temples.

Don’t try to sedate it with your ignorant reason,
when the horizon line is so clear

You tru and soothe me with parables,
Saying it’s better to endure life
Then risk what lies after.

Trapped in my own existence;
Yet I can still see something far beyond.
Open me up, look inside,
And find the same design.
A prisoned soul crippled by petty matter.

No priest could ignore his temptations,
No scientist their findings,
No doctor a flat heartbeat.
Why should I ignore my nature?

All I ask is to feed my curiosity,
No longer imagine what’s beyond the horizon.
Break the window, know freedom as I fall.
Was this my ninth life or the ninth hour?

I pleaded for a cure,
I begged for forgiveness,
Even learned from my mistakes.

I am grateful for petty matters,
Because without them, I can’t confess my crime.
I wouldn’t be able to read my final words.