I traveled churches and mosques, Hoping to find divine forgiveness. As my demons were feasting inside my brain, My painful pilgrimage I continued. My search for a higher power Who would look at my blasphemous self, Took me on a painful voyage Following calls for prayers and ringing of bells. Flaming asphalt burned my feet, This pain I do not care for. As my heretic beliefs have linger my mind Into a frantic eternal war. Le mot du poète : « C’est un poème que j’ai écrit au début de la triple crise libanaise, dans un contexte incertain où j’étais en…