I am like a climbing plant
slow trivial but lethal
like the passing time
no one notices me as I climb
thru the abandoned walls of haunted souls
haven’t you noticed that the world
is full of ghouls?
like a bothersome but unimportant insect
I fly above the grassy roofs
always a witch without a single wish
I walk unnoticed
among the withering laurels
and the crying larks
I usually swim into the dark rivers
of the eyes
near the swamps and reeds
among the dying nature
and the human pitiful shards
I usually knock but I don’t wait for an answer
I live alone into the desert of a rotten land
and it makes me go
mad
always thirsty for the offerings from the marble stones
But I hate the full moon
it reminds me that everything has to end
very soon
yet here I am a worthless but poisonous plant
among crocodiles and unimaginable beasts
waiting patiently for my roots to be stronger
PS.
She is still looking the horizon for something
she just can't see...
Kastoria – July 2024
Maria Rodopoulou
