The claim by Eleni Cosma

...A plea from the soul to the ego

photo by Laura Iacovides 

You may take your day in all it’s glory

Rising with each translucent delight

You may relish in your never ending story

And riddle yourself with gut-wrenching fright.

But do not forget at the end of the day,

That I have a right to the night.

You may wrestle with your conscience

As complexity yields its pointless web,

And before my unmoving presence

Make your resting bed,

But as you lay down your head

Do you truly fail to witness -

That which will live on once you are dead...?

For I see you rise to claim my silence;

Give me but moments of this now

If you could stop enough to hear me -

But on and on you plough

All I can do within this cage

Is urge you to remember

As you battle with sickness, love, rage -

That deep below the embers

Of your crumbling theatre stage;

I too have claim to make

I too -

Allow me just this silence now,

I take.

Nothing more.

I beg you -

Hear the urgency I cannot possess.

For this claim will save you too -

For I... am... you.

 Eleni Cosma