Poems from anaklusmos16
I am not the first
Nor the second.
Or third
or fourth.
I am the background
A face lost in the crowd.
The lonely heart that beats on, ...
The agony.
This terrible curse.
It hangs over me
like a rusted weight
on a rusted chain,
Threatening
to crush my heart again.
Yet I do not...
A whisper.
A dimly lit dream.
A solemn ember in the heart.
I have hope,
Though fragile and liable to fail.
But I press on,
Shielding the...