(untitled) Poem by Eleftheria Dom

Black is the shadow that distinguishes
the living from the dead.
Black as a ripe berry,
ready to fall off the tree.
Not a single soul will manage to escape death's game,
an ednless riddle with no answer
but you'll get to walk its maze.

I seek for a meaning
but not i find one.
I crave for a love
that will overcome my immortality.

A kiss that failed to become a feeling.
A hug that didin't break your bones.
A smile that never managed to brighten your day.

Die my love, but you won't rest in peace.
The memory of me will forever torment your mind.