AM I LATE?

SADNESS DIGITAL VERSION CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU 2014

The road became one-way.

The Strange City of the

Mutant Animals has been saved

Eternal trees die in the forest

so historically inaccurately, so unjustifiably


What gives joy has been deformed

into sad remembrance

My whole life I fence on the 

ramparts of Doom  till I drop



Is it me or

my psychoses?

" You're late ... " someone told me today

aiming to hurt me just like I had hurt him before

But it is true

I'm late... 
Maybe I should just plant my body into the soil

or hope for the next life

but unfortunately, I think, I don't believe in such things...



The road is very hard

My feet are bleeding by its stones

I exist only as feed

The shimmering glimpses of my 
conferred life were not gold

And my prince died

I inherited a garden

without a gardener and a bunch of flowers

I have even to give his horse to drink now

Do not ask!

I 'm not here anymore.

I managed to disappear before I cry ...

Sometimes I like to be frank


But rarely, since it is unbearable!