Our souls are ugly moulded and split in some darkness and the light they can no longer see. Our souls are longing for pointless desires emotionless and unbound for they met pain too soon. Our souls are crying for they used to feed on light and now they only breath in the dark. Since the day the gulls flew away we attempted to reach the same sky but where we got was a little bit of vanity; a little bit of consciousness feeble tearing herself away for the gulls were gone. So we stand wingless statues by the sea envying her edge meeting the sky. And I, I used to raise higher than any land but with every day that goes by my soul is getting consumed by the gulls at some unfamiliar shore. January 2017, Athens.
Poems, short stories and research diaries by Dr. Eleni Kotsira #poeticmovementsblog