Vasile Serban Poet Lyric

Where everybody cries

An aimless man, cast into the world,  
I have never been truly alive,  
Yet I’ll hang by the fragile threads of life,  
Knowing that, in the end, I will rot.

I’m a man bearing a nameless seal,  
Created with a body made of clay,  
Placed in a world where people weep  
When a human breath fades away.

Heavy words etched upon my skin,  
With a pen crafted from the universe,  
And an amalgam of burden and pain  
That are inscribed upon my fate.

Discouraged from the first day of life,  
When the limits were imposed on me:  
A sky, a heart, countless tears in my eyes,  
And a death that will come to bury me.

I am the man destined to perish  
When my heavenly soul runs away,  
Into a place that I cannot see or feel  
From the clay tomb where I’ll be laid.

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