Like a vulture
driven by
the scent of death,
you always
accompany me,
my friend
my lover
mybreath
my end
Σαν γύπας
που τον οδηγεί
του θανάτου η οσμή,
πάντα
με συνοδεύεις,
φίλη μου
ερωμένη μου
ανάσα μου
τέλος μου
Depression can follow one like a vulture following a dead body! But he should be kept at bay! Powerful write!
This poem, as many of the others you wrote, has such a cynical twist and tone, that it makes me read ythem 10,20 times before I grasp their meaning. And even then, I often ask myself if your profound thoughts were properly understood. Your poems have a simplicity yet power that is difficult to describe.
Excellent. Breathe deeply tKostas. I wrote the poem for my death and I told her I'm not afraid of it. That certainly is not the end. Still have to breathe deeply.
Amusing poem, what a metaphor you chose to write this poem, simply brilliant..100++
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Depression is palatable only to its victims of death. But we belong to life instead. Beautifully expressed...