Silent words tickling my lips
trying to reveal my heartfelt pain
that arises arcane
like an inferno fire
to a song of an angel’s choir.
Oh father, alas!
You left me on paths.
Cruel and unlighted
and thus, I was guided
to a swirling sea of sins.
Hell or Paradise
it’s a dance of dice
and it has a price.
So that’s my life
praying for the end of time.
©2025, Vasiliki Papadopoulou
Leave a Reply