Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Pain by Maria Polydouri

Pain… Pain… No longer enough are the tears
and the sigh; it's not enough, it does not escape.
Like a bird flies out the thought insane
and beats its wings and smashes them.

Blood is the sweat of agony. The temples
have been painted in tragic blooms.
Like poison in the veins scurry
the secrets of a possible life.

The iron wheel of martyrdom
is taking its last spin.
Knowledge stands aside in defeat.
And love inconsolably weeps.

Translated from Greek.

The image was taken from here.

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