As i am scared of I...

image: Helena Georgiou

The desperate nights, and ecstatic state,

The aroma of hopes, and endless fears,

The drenched body, and being insomniac...



Creeping within my flesh are some wild habits,

And like a stubborn shadow, I run from them,

But alas, they never let me go!

Ah! I forgot to call it my high class ego:

Indeed I never wanted them to go,

Or maybe i did?



With all these darker times, and purple moments,

Burdened breaths, and a conscious relish;
                                       
The clock in the background is ticking,
                                       
The climax of painful aims is reaching,
                                     
The revelation is all at once!
                                       
Time is all that is counting,
                                     
Oh, will I survive these terms?

                                     


What shall I tell you about my story?
                                       
Everyday, I make life a bit at my mercy,
                                       
Or otherwise i have got wild habits;
                                       
And like a dark past, i run from them,
                                     
As i am scared of I:
                                     
And that makes me what I am.