waking up in damascus,alone.
I wake up
And find only shadows
Feet walking towards indistinct directions
Smiles that carry no happiness
Hands that carry no breakfast
I find some peace
But not enough to go around
I find wondering people
Only wondering people
I find no direction
Staircases that keep going up and around
And people who love to create traffic on them
Now, I’m the one wondering.
I find trash bins empty in the mourning
Full at night
And then, somehow,
Empty again in the next mourning.
Someone with no name
Had to worry about bread on the table
The trash bins will always be empty in the mourning
For someone is always worried about not enough bread on the
table
I find lots of cigarettes in the mourning
And lots of ashes at night
But no names
Always, no names.
