Unexpected Situation

by Vasiliki Skarlopoulou

Out of which sky is this
poison that waters my life
day by day
dripping?
Where is that light
that flooded my existence
when my look was touching
the lightly
outlined body
under the menswear clothes?
It was then when the words were overflowing,
the ideas were flying like wild birds
refusing to feed on
words despite their hunger.
The night was not scared of anything;
although the silence narrated fairy tales,
it used to promise the dawn.
People were not
the tiring opposite of solitude
but wells which
were hiding deep inside refreshing and relieving secrets.
I say: Am I to be blamed
or the black opposite of life
coming closer and closer?