Niko Tiliopoulos

Encomium - Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

One more day
I know not how to speak.
One more cry
as my soul I slay.

Another feast
for this city of pain,
but inside her filth
I become a beast.

A voice of dreams
threatens the darkness
in your wet eyes
a prison of screams.

In my life I try
to live like a wish,
my loveliest one,
until I learn to fly.

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Poem Submitted: Friday, March 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Saturday, January 29, 2011

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