Hell is Here, Hell is Earth
sunsets
are goodbyes
from the sun
to the lights
bare of unnecessary
emotions
leaving a sky
patiently crying
transparent tears
in a blue ocean
waiting
for the Sun
to rise
and give birth
to a new day
bringing Hell
over again
on a planet
made of despair
until a new sunset
storms it all away…
Lazhar Ichir
A man. A poet. A traveller. Passionate about the human kind, the world and the words, he finds himself connecting them all, or at least trying. Born in Paris, lived in London and travelling around the world, he is a man belonging to nowhere, to no one. Living in the terror of being understood, he does not travel alone, loneliness follows him.
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It’s all good.
As long as we continue to oscillate between the two.
As long as alcohol keeps us oscillating between the two..