REBORN




My Psyche dies within me from melancholy.
To be in hate with God, is it unholy?
I long the day i will die.
Do not want to be reborn and that's no lie.

My eyes lost in the sculptured cloud.
My body bound to be fertile ground.
My beauty has the dreadful duty,
to old me ugly, that's natures cruelty.

How many lives must i live before i really die?
How many souls must i change before the brave goodbye?
From this circle of life i want to be free.
Living once was enough for me.


Reborn as though unborn,
with no memory of the past century,
is like a prison with no reason,
is like judging with no justice.

Being tormented, is it now enough?
Unloved life to live is tough.
Where is my salvation?
Liberty has forgotten my generation.

Oh Lord,there is no hope.




Poetry by AFRODITE STATHI
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Written on 2020-06-15 at 18:30

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Once again I've connected with your writing. I have held the same thoughts. Expressing them is difficult. You did it well.
2020-06-15