Poetry

I cry because I want to cry.
This scream to the seven Heavens goes,
Scaring Angels,
Overthrowing Demons’ fear.

Why do I have to feel so bad,
Because of this uneasy heart?
Couldn’t I come in this Realm
Cut off from this organ?

I really need a lull,
From this never-ending Death.
Couldn’t anyone lull me,
By chanting in my ear?

I don’t want to feel anymore,
Take me back to Origin,
Who do I need to plead to?

Is it God, Yahvé, Allah?
Or maybe Oshun, Nergal, Gaïa?
Hell would be better,
Than this useless Earth’s life.


I stopped existing
When my Birth came.
How do I get rid of it,
This useless body of mine?

Love is such a pain,
Never let go,
Always behind you.
It attacks savagely
When you wait for it least.

Getting you at some corner,
Devouring you to go on,
All you preserve from it
Are your all bad
That of feelings in you exist.

You hate yourself,
Want to kill your love,
Ask you sweetheart to go away,
Before jealousy takes your body over.

Then when you finally believe,
That your demons calm down,
Loyalty slowly fades.
All crumbles under your feet.
Your lover talks to you,
However looks away.
A fog cover their eyes
And their voice bleaches in the air.

In the end all you can do
Is part from them.
Eris comes between you two,
And separate your paths by pain.

How can I go on living,
Knowing all that?
But maybe I am a lost cause,
Because I look at you,
And feel Hathor again.

Sylvano TR
11/03/12