Cristo

Nisolomou
Aug 7, 2024

The best poem I’ve ever written.

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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 ©

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