Like the heel of Achilles
she colours the core of his being
An invisible scar
that taunts his belief
and questions his candour
She is that unseen shackle
that restrains his minds
expression of her legacy
She is a constant reminder
of who he really is
but inspires the fine facade
he's learned to wear
just to fit in and find form
in a cluster of more
He is her alter ego
and she is the suppressed voice
that troubles his consciousness
But in that honest moment
when he catches a glimpse
of his true self
He becomes a myth
that loathes the courage of narkissos
because he knows
his life has been a fiction
a fable that will never
make the shelf of best sellers...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem