the sea is colorless and I am looking for color in an imperfect world. t destroys the meaning so the letters are always in conflict. I am tired of them. I am a free ship not interested in drowning and fire has a color but it is united and I do not know why. Is it an integrated world? Or is it a body without a soul? I find myself between them; cheat and hypocrisy. Darkness and light are diffuse but their world is incomprehensible; the one who makes conflicts between them? Perhaps there is who controls them. Hey sea, fire, darkness and light, you are my hope in fight against the wicked king.
Aiad Alkhayat
ARCS Prose Poetry Magazine 