The black sheep

There’s a disease inside me,
A kind of poison that the flocks hold,
I feel embarrassed and want to flee,
Now, I won’t return to the fold.

A pain burns in the depth of my soul,
In grey flames of emotions,
I feel no want to play a role,
I won’t follow more sheep notions.

The mass goes and I go behind,
We share the same place to feed,
We share sameness also in breed,
But I will be always divers in mind.

Benyamin Bensalah

10.04.2016

5 thoughts on “The black sheep

  1. So so wonderful ❤️ love the effortlessly beautiful flow of the word. Isn’t everybody trying to define themselves in this sea of humanity? So simple, but just so so thoughtful. Thank you so much for bringing such a wonderful piece to us, readers. Peace and greetings from Sui generis! Have a wonderful day.

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