...Short Story: ...Andollement...End Of The Pain Poem by Atef Ayadi

the pain started somewhere.....

i am a fugitive....

in a fugitive
town......

unlike my case,

most fugitives, who lives here or transits in and out...are

numb and foully dulls...


now,

think of everything as words (including what i said)
memories, abstracted ideas, anchors, floating thoughts, stuff
and tell me:
does pain (i mean the pain of words, memories, thoughts and stuff) take one to fear or to anger?
cause, for me, pain is a thought, fear is a word, anger is an empty world.