Cursed

My poems are tears,

And pain is my rhyme;

A pleasure in fears,

When love is a crime.



The hope – an excuse

For my silly mistakes.

A second to lose

When eternity breaks.



The day is revenge

For the pitiless night

When brief – just a change

Of the moldering light.



My peace is a vengeance

For feelings within,

And time is the sentence

When love is my sin.

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Panos Avaritis's picture

Your poems are very beautiful and they remind me of those of a greek poetess, Maria Polydouri. Check her out!