The best poem I’ve ever written.
Unyielding to the wheels of time, our souls may be,
across the tempest seas that roar and cry.
Never succumbing to hopelessness
and neither to self-loathing,
that so mercilessly try to squeeze between our ship’s ridges.
Yet, the sunset may be afar,
but I presume there is naught as torturous
as a trip without an azimuth,
pointing to the nearest star.
Difficult as their light-reach may be,
their diming resonates behind the raging clouds
spewing thunder and rain.
As bright as stars we shine through the storms as well;
Yet, I wonder.
How long until we see the shore?
Indeed though.
I laugh.
‘Wait and hope’
My dear Count, you were right.
This poem is part of a poetry collection of my own creation. For any reuse, please feel free to contact me. Nisolomou (Stelios Nikolaou) 2024 ©
