Grief Poem by George Tzouvaras

Words floating in a soft reality
Sentiments surviving into traps
Eyes searching desperately for light
into abysmal darks
using words for comfort
while the mirror is beside them broken in thousand pieces.
Attempts of trying weld lost hours and moments,
they wont save you by the tragedy.
Every try is a failure
when what you say is just a blow in the wind.
Listen to my lament.
Listen to my crack.
Feel my chasm.
There isn’t a place that you can hide.
This house seeps by grief.
Black irony, white life,
there is a tear which refuse to drop
When I will be lost, you will understand
When I will vanish, quietly, without noise in a bustling dark corner of this city
When nobody will sense my death
Then grief will surround you forever,
as it surrounds forever my breath.
There is always hope,
Smile, your delusion got wear,
Night has solutions to offer
Its not their words,
Its not their images
Its not what they give to you
Its what they take by you
Grief, without mercy, endless…..so simple as a quite death