Sofia Kioroglou Poems

I fell in love with a frog,
who was sitting alone on the banks of the Nile,
mooning over the premature decease of his beautiful wife.
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Your stabs hit me exactly where you hope they would
with such ferocity that gouges out all vanity and conceit.
A knife thrust through the illusions of my bloated ego,
An ugly distortion of an inner image through a plastic glass
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I am walking ahead and ahead
and still in the same place.
I am treading water
walking through a morass.
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The leaves have turned yellow

the skies scowl at me
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On the verge of tears

I try to put my thoughts in order.
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As wide asunder from pole to pole
My Eastern and your Western
in jarring disjuncture I am breaking
laying to rest the yawning divide.
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Forgive yourself and each other
Spew hate and watch it slap you in the face
Be careful with the gun you pull
the finger on the trigger may be your own-
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More blessed are the fallen mourners
than those who have not fallen,
For they have fathomed the error of their ways
and have repented of their sins
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Eternal struggle

not against flesh and blood,
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