We are approaching our last stop
Inspired by self-suffering
By ameer nablusPublished 9 months ago • 1 min read
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Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash
A traveler on the bus says there is no radio
Nor the morning newspapers, nor the castles on the hills
I want to cry
The driver says: Wait to reach the station
And cry alone as much as you can
A woman says: Me too
I don't like anything
I laid my son on my grave
He liked it and fell asleep without saying goodbye to me
I studied archeology without that
I find identity in stones, is it really me?
A soldier says: Me too
I don't like anything
I am always surrounded by a ghost that surrounds me
The nervous driver says: Here we are approaching our last stop
They prepared to get off and shouted: We want what is beyond the station
So go, but I say: Put me down
Here I am like them, nothing I like
But I'm tired of travelling
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