Sitting Here

Just sitting here wondering when everything changed 

Yesterday was so far away, but tomorrow was so close

Everything was passing, days, people and memories, except my sleeping heart 

The night was so long and dark that it seemed to me eternal 

The sun's rays could not reach my bed to wake me up from that deep slumber.

I am sitting here counting the days left for salvation 

Today's wishes are devoid of passion and ambition, only fraught with despair and disappointment 

Life has always been a losing war, but we are blinded by illusions of victories 

The longer we live, the more we realize that the beauty of life inevitably fades

We are all alone in our demolished world, waiting for the heaven to have mercy on us.

Sitting among fields of past thoughts, while memories sing and regrets dance in my mind 

The pain in my head is deep, it was bleeding tears of a shattered soul 

Thorns are everywhere, and sadness Whispers in the voice of the orphan breeze

This is the case of belonging, drought resistance to stability; roots have always suffered in the depths 

No matter how hard I try to get away from what is consuming me, I find myself chained to habit.

As I sit here, writing all these lines, I am overcome with remorse, and I am moved by the desire to give meaning to this pain.

Written by: Hajar Belhachmi