Metamorphosis
I am the one
till the end of the dark path.
I am the one
and then someone else.
Opening the gates of doubts
and I search for traces of life.
All the cells of my mind unlocked
the detained prisoners are ignored.
I am the one
until the moment my pulses
begin an unruly dance.
And then, someone else,
the other
smiles ironically once more.
Till the end of the dark path,
till the sorrow’s borders,
the one was the other
and both together, the intangible.
Copyright © Miltos Gitas | Year Posted 2016
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