The Greatest Sorrow Poem by Eduard Alexandru Popescu

The Greatest Sorrow



Not the spears that pierce me through
Not the ignorance or evil smile
They are not so bad, or cruel
Nor they are so dark, or vile

The way you spit on me is not so bad
The pain which used to shred me, now I don't feel
Your mind tricks don't drive me so mad
As I once did when I felt your chill

All those don't make me tremble, nor fall
My Queen, only thing I admit it's true
The fact that the greatest sorrow of them all
Is to watch myself as I slowly die in you..

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