If there’s any reason in life,
It’s the must to fill the heart;
Because there’s no worse damnation
Than living hollow-hearted.
It’s the must to fill the heart;
The pain that’s like dancing knives
Echoing wall to wall
In the heart without any reason.
The pain is like dancing knives
Urging for sedation
To pour meaning into the empty glass
That’s mortified of thirst.
Urging for sedation,
Even the least image is a seducer
For hope to enliven an organ
That’s pumping life into us.
Even the least image is a seducer,
A mere-mirror that shows us
We are still worthy to beloved
In our silent existence.
A mere-mirror that shows us
We are human beings,
Not just lost thoughts
In an organic carcass.
We are human beings,
Needing love just as a reason
To prove that in this world
We are not alone.
If there’s any reason in life, it’s the must to fill the heart;
To prove that, in this world, we are not alone.
Benyamin Bensalah
09.02.2020