Sojourn In Hell. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Wide eyed and broken,
Bones flat I squat my darkened cell.
Who the hell comes round to ask for more ground?
No sound heard. Deafness all around.
Round and round I beat the dirty soil of my foiled mind
To get some rest from the pest that devours my chest.
I smile at the ceiling with low feelings wheeling past.
Dead images fake concrete stages of my burnt out life.
A mirage out of a miracle foreseen by oracles of doom.
Green pastures of hope interlope with yellow sands of sorrow.
Tomorrow is the longest space to be run wide and thorough.
Acid grins vomit the venom that's stuck in my stomach.
And I swear to bear up the distance
Till the long awaited for circumstance allows
The vows taken to be undertaken under no haste.
Feast of the senses and thrust of lust must be the reward.