Lost In Times Poem by Besma Jemaa
Lost In Times
I am not thinking about my present or meditating my past,
I am crying over my future that is of no trust.
If I dare forsee my stand, I would more understand.
That for a present without a past,
The fulture will never last.
the 'here' and 'now' that have always been celebrated,
Have now become the most devastating:
Fake rumours, fake news, fake feelings, mere abuse.
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