Poems from anaklusmos16

I am not the first Nor the second. Or third or fourth.  I am the background  A face lost in the crowd.    The lonely heart that beats on, ...
The agony. This terrible curse. It hangs over me like a rusted weight on a rusted chain, Threatening to crush my heart again. Yet I do not...
A whisper. A dimly lit dream. A solemn ember in the heart. I have hope, Though fragile and liable to fail. But I press on, Shielding the...