Psychiatrist.
Doctor, I have to see you.
Three in the morning and me reading and drinking black coffee.
Why I'm i thinking of a beautiful line to add to my Poetry?
Why I'm i living a book?
Why this too much love of fiction.
People are sleeping and I am Writing.
Dear psychiatrist, you i need.
We need to sit and talk.
I hope you will tell me
I'm ok and what I like is glorious.
Oualid,
05 January
2018.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem