Skip to main content

Farewell

                                                                       


It’s five o’clock in the morning, but I am up since 4.
The sky is covered in the dark, the night is still on. 
The alcohol is floating in my veins, trying to find a way to escape.
This bittersweet exhausting feeling, this pain in my head.

At the moment I can see, I can feel,
her strength gave up on me, she opened the door and left.
She was innocent as a bird, trying to fly over the world.
She wanted to breathe in life, she wanted to breathe out love.

I always had to be the‘strong’ one, but we both suffered.
The world for us was something hard, so we held our hands
together. It may sound sweet and it was, it was.
I could always feel this spark with her, I felt safe.

I could write for hours this painful night but I won’t.
I will continue playing this theatre in the game of life.
At this moment I don’t care about my health, nor money,
For this is the worst day in my life and I admit, I feel scared.



Μιχάλης Τράγκας



Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

A Mother’s Influence

  A Mother’s Influence  Clock’s ticking, birds fly - into the horizon - they are hugging the sky. To listen, to observe, to think, to preserve, to create a mythical stellar dream where he can summon radiant unicorns, and like the stars - to endlessly gleam. Time passes, a boy turns into a man, he loves his mother, and she loves her son. The dark spirits have spoken, he got his heart broken but they couldn’t harm him, his mother nourished his soul, she showed him the way, she became his lighting shield. They never expected to fight a man as strong as him, she taught him to be brave, for the day he would give his precious life, and the whole world he would redeem. Behind every strong, honest, and courageous man lies a strong and caring mother. She sacrifices a part of herself to see him flourish, to become strong, like his father. And when he claims his throne and finds his queen, she is still there to protect him, the mother of the king. Mike Tragas 2022/05/29  Chania, Greece
Post a Comment
Read more

A boy dies, a King is born

    Born in the wilderness of a cruel and chaotic world, He was raised to be quiet and take it all in. A strong paladin with a soft heart, Enters the void and slays the demons. The boy dies; a King is born. Fear is forgotten, doubt has vanished. Malevolence, greed, and fear are gone— A strong man is a dangerous man. Dignity lies within him, yet he feeds it—if he must. Resilience solidifies his being; he is unbeatable. He follows his fortune if he must; he kills. He is a king, a poet, a lover—a beast. Mike Tragas 2021/04/30 Sweden, Stockholm
Post a Comment
Read more

Depression

  When you reach rock-bottom, when your soul cries, Life stops vibrating; everything vivid in pain dies. Filthy dark entities knock at your door, You refuse to open, but they break in, causing mayhem. They enter your lizard brain, with no mercy at all. Now you're a slave to them; down on your knees, you crawl. “You’re not good enough, you’re a failure, you’re nobody.” These voices change your perception. The downfall begins. You want nothing, no one, anything but to lie down and sleep. You beg not to wake up; one more day alive hurts deep. Stuck in your own tiny space, thoughts of death quickly arise. You want to escape from yourself, the self you despise. You are afraid of being alive, but not of death. No one cares about you—alone until your last breath. Life becomes meaningless, love dies, you feel sick. You can’t take it anymore, stuck in this loop till you die. Mike Tragas 2022/01/20 Sweden, Stockholm
Post a Comment
Read more