The Path of the Poisons in me
I’m living in a cave since
I’ve been born, why, that I
feel like a wanderer?
And I’ve never even been inside
every nook and cranny and I don’t know
what is my job, but already
everything’s slowing down like a sailboat when
for a long time skips the heartbeat of the wind.
I wish I had at least a curtain,
to pull away when the nothingness
spies on me too shamelessly from the outside.
But I have a long way to go for the poisons in me,
well, this is only a sketch, words,
formed barely but instead of erasures
the hope that the day will come
when I can write it properly.
Manolis Aligizakis 