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Wanderers without a soul

✍ Kamal O. Touhami

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In my life,
I see myself
In violence,
I wandered around,
around
and around
Hissing in every step
of the way
to the tune of space.

Life,
a mystery
I didn’t fix it,
He has been given a surprise
as time goes on,
the burden
I am with his burden,
solitary travel,
The infinite climb.

choices,
It is not mine,
But if I can stand it,
The road is open
In my eyes,
and it is in the depths
my weary soul,
I met the storm,
where the truth lies.