We are not children anymore,
no more teenager years;
however, everything’s the same,
singing the Beauty and the Beast,
hopes illuminating and fading
while the end is near,
a brutal, merciless end
where I’ve lived all alone,
and will die alone at the end.

Benyamin Bensalah


Upper-cut down

Upper-cut from life;
Unseen, unexpected, unbearable, early –
My teeth break like porcelain,
My hopes like mom’s dishes
Flying through the room towards me
Then, just passing by my head
Only the hurtful sharps reaching my back –
The pain was real once,
Now, it’s just one of the delirious memories
That let me remember
That I’ve got an unseen upper-cut from life
And I’m in a wheelchair now
From the mountain rolling down
With trees and animals waving towards me
A pitiful, confused good bye.

Benyamin Bensalah


Finally, I got my crown

Terror, horror, self-dishonor;
Years of darkness in lifespan boredom
that are about to end, now:
Finally, I’m getting my crown.

I turned to pills, blades and drugs,
but never ended in filthy pubs
that left me neat and meriting:
Finally, I’m inheriting.

Patience instead of decision,
but I’ve never shown hesitation
that might effect on me:
My kingdom’s still waiting for me.

End of darkness, end of pain,
there’s no sunshine, there’s no rain
that could anyhow bother:
I’ll be on my own rather.

No more feeling being guilty,
only for trying to be here nearly
that will cause no more frown:
Finally, I got my crown.

Benyamin Bensalah


Horses down the beetling height

Not a horseman, nor a coach,
The horses are down the high pitched coast;
Only a weak whip-like reproach
Made the horses run from their own ghost.

Down the hill, the horses flying
Into the deep like doomed pegasuses’ hymen;
The neighs and waves are crying,
Replying the peaceful song of a fiendish siren.

Before the dark water turns to scarlet,
It paints a mad reflection of them horror haunted;
A demerited dark life-span mindset
That vanishes in the wild waves delighted.

Benyamin Bensalah


A Meaningless End

This is the end.

But the end started at the creation
of the first deoxyribonucleic acid,
of the first cellular life,
of the first material’s

This is the end.

The end was here from the beginning
at the enactment of beginning,
at the start of all existence,
at the emptiness
in the void.

This is the end.

The end of my deoxyribonucleic acids
of formed cellular creation,
of temporary learning,
of existence

Benyamin Bensalah