A Simple Mortal Poem by Vasile Serban

In tears, I write a confession to the disappointed man from the future, that all we put into love is just the fear of death.

I bind to the spirit through hope, for through hope I will be able to die,
Today I am like a graceful bird, and tomorrow I will be a worm in the field.
Tortured forever in faith, because in faith I am sure I will die,
I abandoned my own being so that I could exist forever.

I let myself be carried by the wave of bad thoughts that dig trenches in me,
A vile triumph over my life, for I am destined to suffer as a mortal.
I am cursed to feel every pain, for through pain humans will not perish,
But it leaves wounds increasingly heavy that give birth to another human.

I distance myself from people and I suffer, only to then kill myself from longing
And unable to remain in this world, I relive myself in a minor minute,
For I know that in all that is to come and in all that has been,
The ultimate truth remains... I am just a simple mortal.