Poetry, My Life Sustaining
When your breath you are not feeling
and your heartbeats you stopped hearing
When who are around you, you are not seeing
and your very missed world started objecting
When you feel lost as you lose the sense of belonging
and you wonder if your compass you are following
When what you are feeding on, far from the soul fulfilling
and you remain the subject and the object of your seeking
When you feel a pain of no trace, the Self ravaging
and you keep for a magical elixir looking
When the touch of a dried inflamed pen burning
and you can grasp the nature of your suffering
When alluring wonders in silence you keep admiring
and the words within you are still and hiding
When you muse and long for verse reciting
and the Muse of poetry, your soul invoking
When to all the missing links I am yielding
as every ounce of me aching for poetry, my life sustaining.
August 5th, 2020
Copyright © Besma Riabi Dziri | Year Posted 2020
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