A Stroll in Geitawi

Taking a stroll in Geitawi — July 8, 2020

Whatever isn’t supposed to happen
happens
here.

Darkness is heavy.
Darkness is so heavy.

My footsteps are louder than the night.
My future is as dark as
tonight.

The moon keeps hiding behind
thick clouds. It isn’t
romantic.
It’s just the silver eye of a cowardly god
peeping in.

Beirut can’t afford a good night.
Beirut can’t afford light.

My footsteps are louder than the night.
I can’t hear
my brothers and sisters crying.

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