I was perpetually Smiling
Sweet Mother
Your joyful sadness
Alas! Life explained
To me so grimly
Your cool floodgates of tears
The incessant pain...
The torture of decay is like a torch!
It smolders and wipes out the mind
It alters the form, the posture...
It tilts the arrogant neck
It bends your back arched
Spasmodic hull's suffering:
Remembering of the lack
Of the beloved-the worshiped
The inevitable separation
The inability to respond
The fatal deadly bite
The dignity of the gloom
The mirage of memory
The sour pleasure of the experience
The obedience to the given
The acceptance of the solitude...
(c)Chryssa Velissariou2011
