The heart
My heart is to the left,
but good days have left,
darkness covers my sight.
My brain is what is left,
because it knows what's right.
I was chasing worthless tasks.
I tried to learn a lot of facts.
I always fought, I fought alone.
Nobody told me what to aim
The end has come. I’m just a name.
A name you read on a big white stone.
But if I was caring and If I was kind,
I might be alive in someone’s mind.
Even if my heart stays no longer alive.
My strange ideas might longer survive.
Georgios Chatziathanasiou
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