Poem by Manolis Alagnostakis
LOVE IS FEAR
Love is the fear that connects us with others
when they take control of our days and hang them like tears
when our days die along with them in a wretched disfiguring
the last schemes of our childhood emotions
and what does the extended hand of people hold?
It knows how to squeeze tightly where logic fools us
when time stops and memory is uprooted
in a pointless search beyond logic.
(One day they return without any wrinkle in their mind
they discover their wives and children have grown
they frequent the little stores and cafes of the neighborhood
they read the epic routine of each and every morning)
Do we truly die for the others or we avenge our lives this way
or we spit all the measly resemblances this way
and at some time a sunray goes through our dried up minds
something like a vague memory of our lively prehistory?
We’ve reached the days when you don’t know what to measure
erotic events and stock market companies
you can’t find a mirror into which to call out your name
simple intentions of a secure life, current affairs
boredom, lust, dreams, business dealings, cheating
as if, I think it’s because custom is better than guilt.
However who will come to stop the momentum of the falling rain?
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