Loukas Liakos

Blackout

I can feel the long,
itching my chest
the color of the sun,
I tried to rest
all this time I'd swear
dawning lies to west.

Waited for too long,
must be too late
since I'd felt,
as an ancient God
now the feeling is sore
and my web still sunless.

Yearning for a gloaming
some told me
that sun fell asleep
tired of a cycle,
and no longer can steer
and nobody can smile.