Such Is The Thing. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Such was the thing
That struck me like lightening,
That hurt me like parting,
That bled me like suffering,
That astounded me like severing,
Such was birth.
Such is the thing
That moves me like humility,
That angers me like servility,
That thrills me like freedom,
That kills me like boredom,
That flies me up like wisdom,
That fills me up like passion,
That cuts me into pieces like a knife,
Such is life.
Such is the thing
That frightens me like despair,
That haunts me like nightmare,
That chills me throughout like treason,
That ties me up like kinship,
That dries me out like pain,
That numbs me like a bomb shell,
That saddens me like a farewell,
Such is death.