Ab sense

You who can’t hear the scream of silence;
The shrieking loneliness of days and nights,
You who can’t see the shades of indifference;
The invisible sadness in the ever smiling eyes,
You who can’t touch life in ceaseless roughness;
The dried out face that only in the heart cries,
You who can’t taste the rejoice as bitterness;
The rockbottoms of an endless precipice,
You who can’t feel the lifelong unpeace;
The homelessness in roof disguise,
How could you understand the words of mine’s;
The life inside a violin’s fall and rise,
How could you understand Peace;
A moment my heart so eagerly desires,
Being absent on me in the whiles.

Benyamin Bensalah

31.08.2020

8 thoughts on “Ab sense

  1. Thank you for the kind comment, I’m happy you like it. ☺️🌹

    Turning pain into poetry is like snapping on the tv remote; it doesn’t help and stills the problem, but quite feels good. Mdr

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  2. Remember there is #AlwaysHope I am Praying for you. Lord I pray for this hurting heart fill him with your presence. Speak to him and bring him comfort and restoration of his soul. In Jesus name! Amen

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