Miltos Gitas Poet Free verse

Black Clothes

Black clothes.
Shadowy souls, monotonous sounds.
Getting late. Patience has blackened out..
I stubbornly wait. Left my attitude behind.
Humble, not blasphemous.
Victim of my mercy.
Black clothes.
Shivering glances and their colours dark.
Getting late. Time has blackened out.
I savor the feelings of urge. Left my intentions behind.
Challenger of my own decay,
yet not a nihilist of the others.
Black clothes.
Poems the cracks, titles the rapists.
Getting late. Hallucinations have blackened out.
I ruined with tears. Left my motives behind.
Comedian, not played out,
parasitic entity of my mind.
Black clothes
in altar. 

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Pashang Salehi July 31, 2016 at 11:20 AM Nicely done Miltos Gitas July 31, 2016 at 11:23 AM Thank you very much...

Seth Diamond July 30, 2016 at 3:59 PM Reminds me of Johney Cash and Hank Willaims too. It seems melodic and smooth. Miltos Gitas July 30, 2016 at 4:32 PM Great pleasure for me your words. Thank you very much...

Skat A July 30, 2016 at 11:11 AM Wow, this is a deep statement ... glad to read. Skat Miltos Gitas July 30, 2016 at 4:30 PM There is no nicer feeling than like a poem you have written with such love. Thank you for your beautiful words ...

Kai Michael Neumann July 30, 2016 at 10:29 AM I really like that. Such a stream of consciousness and room for interpretation or room for simply letting your poem touch... Miltos Gitas July 30, 2016 at 10:42 AM Really thank you very much. It is an allegorical poem that I wrote several years ago wanting to describe my mood or even better me.