Someone like me who’s condemned to lifelong dying,
At the last moment, won’t be imploring, crying;
I won’t comb my audience for fellow-feeling
Who are seeing the future still appealing;
Death will come to me so relieving
That the only thing I’ll be seeing
Is the last chance for rhyming,
Taking it well and poetizing
My last poem, rising
As best forgoing
With me dying,
And taking,
Hiding
My
M
Y
…
Benyamin Bensalah
18.01.2020
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Wow bro… heavy. I love this!
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Thank you sis 🌹
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I really like this one. I read it from bottom to top and it was amazing that way too.
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Thank you so much, I was inspired by Albert Camus’s book The Last Day of a Condemned (Le dernier jour d’un condamné).
Thank you for the comment and sorry for the late reply, I was on a business trip. 🌹
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No worries. I just wanted you to know that it was really good.
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