Vain Battle

by Evangelia Hatzidaki on Saturday, December 18, 2010 at 9:37pm

Centures passed me by
in every battle I stood there souless
just before the concious surrender of my strengh

Limited hopes of the one that knows no land
streched strings arround the legs of the boredom
unlimited desires for the land hidden in the map of nowhere

I choose to glory no God, for unkown his face remaines,
I close the ears to the angel of mercy that never appeared
I surrender to the waves of anger that moves the ocean water in life

centures keep passing me by
there in the edge of the sea rocks I retain my poor existance
breathless to speak any more silly awkward words of wisdom and stupidity

Cracked the expectations of my fairytails
useless the wisdom of the lessons I might  recall
speachless my little time of eternity is now laughting at me

The truth,     growing old
the vanity,    dreams denying to vanish
the myth,      mask has become one with the  soul

the tragedy, the emotion bares no sympathy to any wise reality

the end,        centures in a vain battle of no loss and no gain