Eyes Opened Ramez Hayek
Scared, the sound of your heartbeat is as loud as the sound Of the gunshot that is about to shoot the bullet of your eternal sleep. Whispering sounds, crying noises, scared expressions. Similar shades of the color of the pain that your eyes will always glimpse Throughout the journey you take. You feel the sand wind whispering and shouting to your ears The crying sounds of your dead family, -you stand still Waiting for your body to get wiped away by that same greedy wind, Just to feel satisfied. Nothing happens, though, you are just left Alone like emptiness Alone like abandonment Alone like blankness Alone like me. All the pieces of the puzzle are put into place except for one… me. I’m the light in this dark, but I can’t find my own sight. I see images of bodies falling like my harsh tears, People dying by the same bullets that are yet to be shot at me, Eyes crying, reflecting the death of their lonely children in front of the same eyes. Eyes opened just to witness their small house shattered into incomplete pieces. Blood screams so loud as you stare at your mother’s corpse trembling hard, Losing its last inch of life. Different images, Two eyes, A single person, but million stories that are narrated. The heavy chains of these dark memories became hemmed inside a locked place That you can never enter again. Your emotions are replaced by a deep painful void that erases your identity Feeling exactly like a real fake. You walk quickly, so you do not make a sound, But with each step you take, you feel the sad wind following you, And with each move you make, the rush of sounds in your ears gets louder As the moon gets darker. Minutes after, you hear them coming closer and closer, You try to hide, but the dark presence still persists stronger than ever. You glimpse the lonely margins of the cursed heaven you are about to enter. Crimson blood all over your body, Similar to the blood of the dead children who are washed off Like the memories of that night. Eyes closed, Soul taken, Doors shut. Eyes closed just to see darkness; the darkness of the dead. Cold like the old, Gone to the stone, Dead like red, End like the eyes you are about to shut. 22
