Living Arms

by Bénne

I sit by the street and watch the living walk pass

Their eyes saw nothing more than an invisible arm

“Sir anything you can share with me, please?” I cried out

Playing his favourite music in his ears, I cried no more

The sun scorches and soon appeared patches of dry lands

I smiled as I look up and saw the sun appeared in the sky again

Then down where wishes are conceived, I wish to be a living

One who sorrows creates no darkness in his mind and world

I birth the wish to walk on my feet and be seen a living being

But all day I sit till my life weakens from hunger and slowly, I curl

Then when my voice could no longer make a sound to the living,

My begging arms emerge in his sight but he saw no life