antonio antonopoulos Poems
- A Letter To Amira It's 5am here and you are drunk on white ...
- A Murderess Heart
- The Risk Something within my soul, Is black like a tree ...
- Madness, Faith And Ecstacy I drink from your cup of madness, ...
- Suicide Angel
- Sweet Fury On darkened streets and in drunken bars, I have ...
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A Letter To Amira
It's 5am here and you are drunk on white Russian's asking me if I am broken?
Now's way too early for painful memories and sweet nostalgia,
Too early to think of lost friends and broken hearts.
When I was a child I used to hold my sister in my arms, protecting her from the psychological abuse of having two warring parents use our home as an epic battleground.
The first taste I had of loss was when my grandfather Antonis had died.
My parents broke his heart when they divorced and he spent the following year drinking bottles of whisky until his liver was scarred beyond ...