poetry ..

poetry ..


I keep on asking myself every day
Why do I
Feel this urging need every day?
Why do I
Have on the piano of words to play?
Why do I
Have something new to say?
The answer usually comes
Right away
Writings are more than anything
Here to stay
Once your temporal body will
Pass away
Writing is the only emissary
That may
Convey what your lips ‘n tongue
Never say,
Illuminate in the dark
Your way,
Ease your heart's pain
As they sway
And unveil your soul to you
Before you pass away.
Houda Boukassoula