My Little Life. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

I strip myself of memory's burden.
I denude myself of images of past.
I go past the past to live the instant.
No words, no feelings, no emotions
Stored from past to torture my present.
No attachment to long gone incidents,
Accidents in life that would hostage me
Into a ragged soul, into a mole. I am no fool.
Tabula rasa I'll make of the past; start a new life
As clean as a white sheet of toilet paper not stained yet
For the little time that's left of my little life.