How do you numb yourself
when the suffering they call “existence”
is too much to bear?
How do you even stand up
when piece by piece, you slowly fall apart?
And how do you know
where pain ends and you start?
Is this really what life is about?
Why do people cross the desert barefoot?
The hot sand burning their feet;
and sharp stones cutting deep.
Some walk and walk and walk.
Ask them why and they will not know.
Some sit down and weep
As others pass them by.
Ask them why and they will not know.
But as the scorching sun sets to invite the night
they all wonder about the answer to “the question”.
Why walk at all, across a desert of suffering
to a destination that is never in sight?
Tolga Küçükyumuk
28.02.2019
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