ﻻ ﺗﻐْﻀَﺒﻲ ﻣﻦ ﺛﻮْﺭَﺗِﻲ ﻭﻋﺘﺎﺑﻲ .. ﻣﺎ ﺯﺍﻝَ ﺣُّﺒﻚِ ﻣﺤﻨﺘﻲ ﻭﻋﺬﺍﺑﻲ
ﻣﺎ ﺯﻟﺖِ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻌﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﺤﺰﻳﻨﺔِ ﻗﺒﻠﺔً .. ﻟﻠﻌﺎﺷﻘﻴﻦ ﺑﺴﺤْﺮﻙِ ﺍﻟﺨَﻼَّﺏِ
ﺃﺣﺒﺒﺖُ ﻓﻴﻚِ ﺍﻟﻌﻤﺮَ ﻃﻔﻼً ﺑﺎﺳﻤﺎ .. ﺟﺎﺀَ ﺍﻟﺤﻴﺎﺓَ ﺑﺄﻃﻬﺮ ﺍﻷﺛﻮﺍﺏِِ
ﺃﺣﺒﺒﺖُ ﻓﻴﻚِ ﺍﻷﻡ ﺗﺴْﻜﻦُ ﻃﻔﻠﻬَﺎ .. ﻣﻬﻤﺎ ﻧﺄﻯ ﺗﻠﻘﺎﻩُ ﺑﺎﻟﺘﺮْﺣَﺎﺏِِ
ﺃﺣﺒﺒﺖُ ﻓﻴﻚِ ﺷﻤﻮﺥَ ﻧﻬﺮ ﺟﺎﻣﺢٍ .. ﻛﻢ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻳُﺴﻜﺮﻧﻲ ﺑﻐﻴﺮ ﺷَﺮَﺍﺏِِ
ﺃﺣﺒﺒﺖُ ﻓِﻲ ﺍﻟﺸﺮﻓﺎﺀ ﻋﻬﺪًﺍ ﺑﺎﻗﻴﺎ .. ﻭﻛﺮﻫﺖُ ﻛﻞَّ ﻣُﻘﺎﻣﺮٍ ﻛﺬﺍﺏ
ﺇِﻧﻰ ﺃﺣﺒﻚِ ﺭﻏﻢ ﺃَﻧﻲ ﻋﺎﺷﻖٌ .. ﺳَﺌِﻢ ﺍﻟﻄﻮﺍﻑَ ﻭﺿﺎﻕ ﺑﺎﻷﻋْﺘﺎﺏِ
ﻛﻢ ﻃﺎﻑ ﻗﻠﺒﻲ ﻓﻲ ﺭﺣﺎﺑﻚِ .. ﺧﺎﺷﻌًﺎ
ﻟﻢ ﺗﻌﺮﻓﻲ ﺍﻷﻧﻘﻰ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻨﺼﺎﺏِ
ﺃﺳﺮﻓﺖُ ﻓﻲ ﺣﺒﻲ ﻭﺃﻧﺖِ ﺑﺨﻴﻠﺔٌ .. ﺿﻴّﻌﺖِ ﻋﻤﺮﻱ ﻭﺍﺳْﺘﺒَﺤْﺖِ ﺷَﺒَﺎﺑﻲ
ﺷﺎﺧﺖ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻋﻴﻨﻴﻚِ ﺃﺣﻼﻡُ ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺎ .. ﻭﺗﻨﺎﺛﺮﺕ ﺩﻣﻌًﺎ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻷﻫﺪﺍﺏِ
ﻣﻦ ﻛﺎﻥ ﺃﻭﻟﻰ ﺑﺎﻟﻮﻓﺎﺀ! ﻋﺼﺎﺑﺔٌ ﻧﻬﺒﺘﻚِ ﺑﺎﻟﺘﺪﻟﻴﺲ .. ﻭﺍﻹﺭﻫﺎﺏِ ؟
ﺃﻡ ﻗﻠﺐُ ﻃﻔﻞٍ ﺫﺍﺏ ﻓﻴﻚ ﺻﺒﺎﺑﺔً .. ﻭﺭﻣﻴﺘﻪِ ﻟﺤﻤًﺎ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻷﺑﻮﺍﺏِ ؟!
ﻋﻤﺮٌ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻷﺣﺰﺍﻥ ﻳﻤﺮﺡ ﺑﻴﻨﻨﺎ ..ﺷﺒﺢٌ ﻳﻄﻮﻑ ﺑﻮﺟﻬﻪِ ﺍﻟﻤُﺮْﺗﺎﺏِ
ﺑﺎﻋُﻮﻙِ ﻓﻲ ﺻﺨﺐِ ﺍﻟﻤﺰﺍﺩِ .. ﻭﻟﻢ ﺃﺟﺪ في ﺻﺪﺭﻙِ ﺍﻟﻤﻬﺠﻮﺭ ﻏﻴﺮَ ﻋﺬﺍﺑﻲ
ﻗﺪ ﺭﻭَّﺿُﻮﺍ ﺍﻟﻨﻬﺮَ ﺍﻟﻤﻜﺎﺑﺮَ ﻓﺎﻧﺤﻨﻰ..ﻟﻠﻐﺎﺻﺒﻴﻦ ﻭَﻻﺫ ﺑﺎﻷﻏْﺮَﺍﺏِ
ﻛﻢ ﺟﺌﺖُ ﻳﺤﻤﻠﻨﻲ ﺣَﻨِﻴﻦٌ ﺟﺎﺭﻑٌ..ﻓﺄﺭﺍﻙِ ﻭﺍﻟﺠﻼﺩُ ﺧﻠﻒَ ﺍﻟﺒَﺎﺏ
ﻗﺪ ﻛﻨﺖُ ﺃﻭﻟﻰ ﺑﺎﻟﺤﻨﺎﻥِ ﻭﻟﻢ ﺃﺟﺪْ .. ﻓﻲ ﻟﻴﻞِ ﺻﺪﺭﻙ ﻏﻴﺮَ ﺿﻮﺀٍ ﺧﺎﺏِ
ﺳﺎﻓﺮﺕُ ﻋﻨﻚِ ﻭﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺠﻮﺍﻧﺢ ﻭﺣﺸﺔٌ .. ﻓﺎﻟﺤﺰﻥُ ﻛﺄﺳِﻲ ﻭﺍﻟﺤَﻨِﻴﻦُ ﺷَﺮَﺍﺑﻲ
ﺻﻮﺕُ ﺍﻟﺒﻼﺑﻞِ ﻏﺎﺏَ ﻋﻦ ﺃﻭﻛﺎﺭﻩ .. ﻟﻢ ﺗﻌﺒﺌﻲ ﺑﺘﺸﺮﺩﻱ ﻭﻏﻴﺎﺑﻲ
ﺗﺒﻨﻴﻦ ﻟﻠﺴﻔﻬﺎﺀ ﻋﺸًﺎ ﻫﺎﺩﺋﺎ .. ﻭﺃﻧﺎ ﺃﻣﻮﺕُ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺻﻘﻴﻊ ﺷﺒﺎﺑﻲ !
ﻓﻲ ﻋﺘﻤﺔِ ﺍﻟﻠﻴﻞِ ﺍﻟﻄﻮﻳﻞِ ﻳﺸﺪﻧﻲ..ﻗﻠﺒﻲ ﺇﻟﻴﻚِ ..ﺃﺣِﻦُّ ﺭﻏﻢ ﻋﺬﺍﺑﻲ
ﺃﻫﻔﻮ ﺇﻟﻴﻚِ ﻭﻓﻲ ﻋُﻴُﻮﻧِﻚِ ﺃﺣﺘﻤﻲ..ﻣﻦ ﺳﺠﻦ ﻃﺎﻏﻴﺔٍ ﻭﻗﺼﻒِ ﺭﻗﺎﺏِ
“ﻫﻞ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻋﺪﻻً ﺃﻥ ﺣﺒَّﻚِ ﻗﺎﺗﻠﻲ..ﻛﻴﻒ ﺍﺳﺘﺒﺤﺖِ ﺍﻟﻘﺘﻞَ ﻟﻸﺣﺒﺎﺏِ ؟!”
ﻣﺎ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺟﻼﺩٍ .. ﻭﺫﺋﺐٍ ﺣﺎﻗﺪٍ .. ﻭﻋﺼﺎﺑﺔٍ ﻧﻬﺒﺖْ ﺑﻐﻴﺮِ ﺣﺴﺎﺏِ
ﻳﺎ ﺭﺏِّ ﺳﻄَّﺮﺕ ﺍﻟﺨﻼﺋﻖَ ﻛﻠﻬَّﺎ .. ﻭﺑﻜﻞ ﺳﻄﺮٍ ﺃﻣﺔٌ ﺑﻜﺘﺎﺏ