Under The Bridge. Poem by Driss Ezzireg

Under the old bridge
Flow
Blue memories;
They remind
My tortured mind,
My remote self
Of the multitude
Of moments fully
Lived
Now lost in
The platitude
Of routinary life.
Under the fissured bridge
Lie
My fractured soul,
Seized
In a long turmoil
Of emotional
Instability.
A stultifying
Disease
Of lasting
Usury.
Under the soulless bridge
Swim
Fluctuating images
Of a motionless,
Soulless
Body
Freed from
The tortures
Of time.