In this Town
Strangers
Only raise you up
To cut you down
Things I had
Things I want
Things I dream
Then all stopped
Not a drop
Or sound
Moved to the next thing
Forgot what I got
Wrong step
The bitter taste
Of defeat
The restlessness in my leg
When I fell asleep
Sit down brother
Learn prophecy
Or the recipe
of good luck
My faded fingerprint
Can't unlock
my Full wallet of weed
I am only two attempts
From being whipped
On my knees
Addicted to solitude
There is no room
For putting a quick bet
Or glue fix my aim
Bravery is overrated
Only cowards prevail
In a world of missing dots
Even in chess ....
My last pawn moved backwards
Asking for help
Haitham Ben Ali
July 14th 2022