Lines Of Absurdity 4 Poem by George Tzouvaras

Loneliness sculpts my wounds.
Those still open, with their blood still fresh, enjoy the care like little girls enjoy while their mother brush their hair.

My faith in the things around me seems inexhaustible.
I even sometimes be surprised by her courage.

The craven night, always kills when you are naked.

The importance of the moment always tortures the knowledge of the conscious.

Unconscious is smiling cause it knows that cant be beaten.
With the arrogance of a winner stares at me snootily.

The vanity of pain circles diffused instincts, which flow under the yellow lights of a night highway of this damn city.
Moments daze their seconds.

The vertigo of silence approaches.
Knockings of destiny touch their limits.
There isn't a moment that you don't remember.

Vertigo starts beats you

You are dying......