When The Soul Is Sober

When The Soul Is Sober ..

A purified soul wandered in darkness.
In a trial to perceive its mere reality.
It insisted in spite of its harshness.
It never believed in immortality.

The lonely soul started conveying.
But her body was still and stagnant.
It was neither joking n or dreaming.
It smelled like the flowers’ fragrant.

It was able to go through the walls.
Overcoming its all past parapets.
Not paying attention to mind calls.
She was dazzled by a palace exists.

It crawled on a very steep slope.
It found a sign which says “stop! “
“ Who are you? “ asked the guardian.
It stroke like a whip drives it dystopian.

It was a lash that restored its evocation.
Everything is clear, vagueness has gone.
Only one solution to the soul’s salvation.
Probably It was Escapism, it was to run.

She remembered her body and its funeral.
“Yes, I’m dead! “ she communed herself.
Now the image is complete, real and figural.
She’ s simply away from life fantasy and pelf.

With love : Esraa =) xx