What is this pain, that not only pierces my heart
but cleaves through my entire being,
sharp and unyielding.
This eternal quest, along winding paths,
haunts me once more.
From the hush of twilight.
into the night’s gloom.
Chaos stirs, and I awaken,
in waves crashing upon a barren shore.
The old passion drowns, my breath catches.
What once lay buried within my soul,
forgotten under the silence
of life’s relentless tide,
emerges from the depths.
While grief and despair again,
open that old nameless wound.
I stand alone, shrouded
by the melancholy of autumn.
What I seek, it will never take form.
So close, and yet impenetrable,
it will linger on in the void.
In distant corners of my memory,
the fading light finds me.
Bound by the weight of an unspoken love.
And in the last breath of autumn,
I bear my sorrow as a dark shadow.
A whispering of what has been
and never will return.
Átopos