Gods and Mortals

Pleading Kronos for another chance

To make things right,

Asking Zeus for a thunderstorm

To either wash my thoughts or kill my regrets,

Begging Hades to show some mercy

To a lost soul in the wrong place…


… but gods don’t change Order for a mere mortal.


Wings and Weights

Lost on a blue expansion

With no land nearby;

However, I’m not in rush to anywhere,

Taking in the landscape

Building skyscrapers with my mind,

Growing wings of hope to reach their tops.


Anchors on my ankles,

Weighting me down to the deep,

Losing air,

A dark, calm surface seen from the underneath;

Closing my eyes, I embraced the core of existence,

And dived into the very consciousness.