CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU

CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU

Lady Of Tears

I was perpetually Smiling

Sweet Mother

Your joyful sadness

Always my big Question

Alas! Life explained

To me so grimly

Your cool  floodgates of tears

The incessant pain...

The torture of decay  is like a torch!

It smolders and wipes out the mind

It alters the form, the posture...

It tilts the arrogant neck

It bends your back arched

Spasmodic hull's  suffering:

Remembering of the lack

Of the beloved-the worshiped

The inevitable separation

The inability to respond

The fatal deadly bite

The dignity of the gloom

The mirage of memory

The sour pleasure of the experience

The obedience to the given

The acceptance of the solitude...

Loneliness = Loss Or Absence?

I'm still here

I exist alive

Not as a recollection

I never leave you , do I?

What do you say?

That you need nothing but memories...

Memories are useless!

Think!

Some day your soul will fly away

What memories are for, then?

Memories are not worth then

Please! LIVE with me NOW!

Or you don't really live

you just dream on!

Don't you feel my absent being next to you?

I'm really there!

Breeze blows and strokes us

Dim view of the sea

Drops of gentle rain on your wincing face

I drink pain from your full glass

Call me out and I'll come

Siamese desire

Hands joined together

Through the gap which separated us brutally

Please call me and I'll be right there

as soon as possible!

But do not doubt!

I'll surely come!

Every time this gap overruns us

I shall kiss you

Am I not the one

who you always wanted?

You possessed me

You still own me

An invisible thread binds us

I never leave you, do  I?

What do you say?

Only THEN

the one who'll stay behind

will need memories

Deserted and wandering

Deprived from the last goodbye

Alone

Empty

Speechless

Who would listen to him THEN?

Whoever drinks from

The water of Styx

stops listening to anyone alive...

Voice Yelling In The Desert

I suffer

crying so many words

to You

with no result

Does anybody listen to me?

I pray to You even

When I sleep

When I nap

Vigilant

Sitting up

I attempt a

tightrope walk

on the words

to approach

to describe

What You really are

and why

Why You stay there

Untouchable

Blind and deaph

Is there any chance

You to hear or You to watch

what is going on down here?

For which inexplicable reason

don't you react?

Mercy!

People listen to me

People see me

People feel me

But even the talking

with You in my mind

is

Rejected...

Do you exist?

Everything seems

Negligible

I have no other hope though...

I 'll just keep yelling out!

CHRYSSA VELISSARIOU