Fork On The Road Poem by Niko Tiliopoulos

“Where are you now love? ”
he cried and his sighs
frightened the wolves in the forest.

“Where are you
in the delusion of your escape? '

'Where is the freedom
in the pain you offer for exchange? ”

What is the value of the void?
What is the value of silence?

If I could count the stars
I would find that two were extinct.
If I could weigh the sea
I would find her heavier.

Love,
please don’t abandon me
inside my deadly isolation,
I am chased by demons
that want to possess me.

Love,
I saw you
dirty,
in the sewers,
wounded by sin.

Love,
I looked for you
in the pitiful places
of the lost souls.

Love,
I sang about you
in the nights of the fairies.

Love,
I drew your name
with the freshly-washed rainbow.

Love,
somewhere in your smile
I saw death…

The black alcohol
that stains my veins
has painted my smoked cells with tar.

The universe is dressed,
its fifth dimension:
A dark cape,
wet with fear.

I closed my eyes
and tried to dream of the Spring,
but the message was clear:

-A fork on the road-