Those who do not feel
Lost, displaced, dispossessed
The most lost of all

About Ben Naga

The Spirit that graces me with its passing has no name and stems not from thoughts and words, though it gathers them up as it flows, but from feeling.

Posted on June 9, 2015, in Wee Poems and tagged , . Bookmark the permalink. 4 Comments.


    Nothing is knowing
    Existing is being numb
    Not alive inside

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