Wounded

Here is an English translation of my poem “Τραυματίας” which you can find in its original form in the Greek poems category. Enjoy and stay safe, always!

woman-wearing-long-sleeved-shirt
 In retrospect of the flame
 two horses drag me, a deep wound opens
 one with a grey eye looks at the cloud, the daring
 forgave the rain before it becomes a sin
  
 The other with the invisible black foot, is cursing;
 unspeakable sobs burst in the hole
  
 Me in the middle
 Dismembered
 I exist in every piece of me.
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10 thoughts on “Wounded

  1. Love the ending…
    and you lead the way there with enthralling imagery.

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  2. I exist in every piece of me.

    This is simply fantastic.

    -David

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you so much dear friend!!! ❤

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  3. Wow! Beautiful and evocative writing! The last line especially is like a punch to the gut.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you for your comment and support!!! ❤

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  4. Bravo! The last line is a line and a half. Kudos

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    1. I really appreciate your kind words… Thank you ❤

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