Eternal Sunshine at Dawn Zakarie Bedoyan I wake up late in the early morning Probably after the sun has set My mornings filled with darkness Faithful mornings filled with nothingness I am labelled by my name In truth I should be labeled for the things I have done in vain The entire Soviet Union Along with the occupied West Europe in the centre And not a single place For me To be Displacing myself From one place to the next Most of my life I’ve been running away From being in the form of a human being The natural I can’t escape If only this poem would allow me to shape a name Blissful hands will weave the way Werther’s sorrows will reveal my pain Kafka’s madness will explain my claim Homer’s ignorance is just the same Bukowski and his women Le Carré and his games And I am just the same
Zakarie Bedoyan lives in Lebanon and is currently an English Literature student at NDU. Exploring the personal and the political, the looming future and the treadmill of the present, he seeks to craft complex ideas into simple words in his work.
