What a tragedy
The past the present the future
I am everywhere and yet nowhere
Am I dead or alive
Was I born or was I buried
An end to a beginning
A beginning of an end
A snake devoured by self
Reborn as it was
I pray to the stars to let me go
Knowing I am not the one chained
My mind self destructs
As the universe implodes
And all is beautiful
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Poems 2
PoetryWhile in English exists only one word for it, the ancient Greeks with their aim for self-understanding and knowledge found eight different varieties of love that we might all experience at some point: 1. Eros (Erotic love) - represents the idea of s...
